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hard-core-super-star · 1 year

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sneaking out into town, holding hands, just killing time. [H.Steinfeld]

pairing: hailee steinfeld x reader

summary: amidst the chaos of the across the spider-verse press tour, and the unavoidable PR stunts she has to do to cover up your relationship, your girlfriend finds comfort in you.

warnings: pure fluff; a few curse words here and there; anxious hailee; PR stunts; bad descriptions of new york from someone who went there once two years ago

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: i was supposed to post this the week across the spider-verse came out but shhh. there's so much more i wanted to add to this fic but it's already way too long so...maybe there'll be a part 2? we'll see. shoutout to this song for getting stuck in my head and inspiring most of this fic. this is dedicated to that one lovely anon who requested more hailee fluff. hope you like it!

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You had never been one for fate.

You’ve always found it romantic, of course.

The idea that every step you take is leading you toward the place you’re supposed to find and the person you’re supposed to be is beautiful and downright inspiring. (You’re not a complete cynic, after all)

However, you had written fate off as something that only affects people in rom-coms and those trashy romance books that are all about how finding your soulmate will fix everything in your life.

So, yeah, needless to say, you weren’t a huge believer.

That was the case for most of your life until everything, including the planets and the stars themselves, seemed to align in just the right way that allowed you to cross paths with the most incredible woman you’ve ever met. You sincerely have no idea what you did to please the cosmos so much that they decided to put you on the same path as Hailee but you are not complaining in any way.

You would do everything all over again, including all the bullshit you had to go through, if it meant you could keep calling Hailee yours at the end of the day. All the pain and loneliness of your past fades away into nothingness every second her eyes are on yours.

That isn’t to say that the present doesn’t still have its difficult moments, even with Hailee by your side.

Being closeted is hard enough on its own but being a closeted celebrity adds a whole new layer to such a complicated situation. You still don’t fully understand why your girlfriend is so against the idea of publicly coming out (although you have your suspicions that the decision isn’t hers to make at the end of the day) but you support her regardless…even when it means spending a whole night alone…in your New York City hotel room…while your girlfriend is seen having dinner with some random guy you’ve never seen before in your life.

It certainly isn’t ideal but you know it’s just one dinner and a couple of paparazzi photos. Just something simple to take the public’s focus away from the fact that you and Hailee have been spotted together every single day she’s been in New York. Plus, with the Across the Spider-Verse premiere a few days away, and the matching outfits already decided on, it’s no wonder her team scrambled to find some way to cover up how obvious you two are getting.

You’re not the biggest fan of the idea but you would do anything for your girlfriend so you sucked it up and didn’t say anything when she left for dinner a few hours ago.

And that’s how you ended up here, cycling between paying attention to the random movie playing on TV and scrolling through your phone in an attempt to control your growing impatience.

You’re finally rewarded with the sound of the hotel door opening and you sit up from your position on the bed, eager to spend time with Hailee.

She quickly comes into view, looking as stunning as ever. She greets you with a half-smile while she begins to take off her blazer and her shoes.

“How’d it go?” You ask, your eyes scanning her face for an answer.

She sighs in response before moving to climb onto your lap once the articles of clothing are off of her body. Your arms wrap around her waist and pull her close, allowing her to rest her head in the crook of your neck. You don’t press her any further but you do run your hands up and down her back in an attempt to comfort her.

A comfortable silence settles over both of you for a long moment until finally, Hailee speaks up. “This was a bad idea.”

“It went that well, huh?” You reply in an attempt to make her laugh a little.

You feel her soft breath hit the skin of your neck before you hear her laugh. The sound brings a small smile to your face even though you feel a little unsure about what to do to help her right now.

“Let’s just say it wasn’t the best choice to make and leave it at that.”

You can tell she’s trying to poke fun at the situation but her voice lacks any real humor, leaving her words to sound more self-deprecating than anything. Your heart hurts a little at that fact although you don’t comment on it….yet.

“At least you got a good dinner out of it.”

She lets a huff of air before she lifts her head up from its resting place. You stare up at her with furrowed eyebrows while she takes your face in her hands. “I’m sorry. I should’ve just taken you out to dinner instead of agreeing to that mess.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” You lean up to place a few quick kisses on her cheek. “I’m not upset.”

“You should be. I’m a coward. I’m spending every day preaching how important it is to ‘live your life unapologetically’ while I hide who I am from everyone.”

“Not everyone,” you correct her. “And there’s nothing wrong with not being ready to come out yet. You know I would never hold that against you.”

She looks away from you, her hands dropping from your face to your shoulders as she does so. You barely catch the thin layer of unshed tears in her eyes but it’s enough to push you into motion. You reach up to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek with your hand. You don’t force her to look at you right now, you just attempt to comfort her in the only ways you know how.

“Hailee, listen to me, I love you. It doesn’t matter to me whether I get to take you out on stupidly expensive dates or not. I don’t care about the photos or the interviews or the tweets from your fans. All I care about is you. Who gives a shit if we’re the only two people who know the truth? We’re the only two people who matter when it comes to this relationship.”

A beat of silence goes by before she speaks again, the corners of her mouth quirking up into the smallest of smiles. “How do you always do that?”

“Do what, Lee?”

“You always know what the right thing to say is.” Her voice is a soft whisper as she turns to look at you again.

This time, you're the one who smiles.

You lean forward, gently wiping away a few of her stray tears until your foreheads meet. “It's my superpower. Sorry, but you're not the only superhero in this relationship.”

She laughs. A real laugh that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle in the way you love so much. You expect her to make fun of you or call you a dork like always but she doesn't.

Instead, she leans in. Her movements are slow but you don't make any attempts to rush her. You take the opportunity to let everything about the moment sink in.

The feeling of her breath against your lips, the way her eyes flutter closed, the gentle hand that holds the back of your head and pulls you in to close the few inches of space between your mouths.

It’s all beautiful and soft and full of the love you both feel.

You pull away after a moment, not wanting to ignore the genuine feelings the situation has brought out in your girlfriend. “I meant what I said, by the way. All I care about is you.”

“I know.” She gives you one more quick kiss before moving off of your lap and onto her feet. She holds her hand out for you to take, that usual sparkle back in her eyes. “Come on. We’re leaving.”

You tilt your head in confusion but take her hand anyway, already knowing there’s an idea brewing behind those brown eyes. “It’s one in the morning.”

“When has that ever stopped us before?” She replies as she pulls you up and into her arms. “We only have two days left here before we have to go back home and I intend to make the best of them.”

“Lee, it’s a business trip, not a vacation.” You attempt to keep your tone light but it’s obvious what your words really mean.

It’s not just that Hailee is here to do press, not sightsee, but it’s also the fact that going out together is always a risk. No amount of last-minute PR stunts can cover up the obvious love that flows between both of you. Especially with the heart-eyes Hailee can’t help but throw your way all the time.

She gives a small nod to let you know she understands your point but the smile doesn’t leave her face.

“That doesn’t mean we’re not allowed to have some fun. Just you and me.”

“And the hundreds of tourists walking around Times Square.”

“No one will notice.” She pulls you in closer, leaning down until her forehead rests against yours. “And it doesn’t matter if they do, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

You're about to protest, ready to tell her she doesn't have to do anything more to prove how she feels about you when she leans down to press a sweet kiss to your lips.

Your complaints fade away pretty quickly at that.

Her next words are spoken in a whisper, her breath hitting your lips. “I just want to go out with you. Treat you like you deserve to be treated.”

You're pretty sure your heart is going to beat out of your chest if she doesn't stop being so adorable right now.

“Well…when you put it like that, how am I supposed to say no?”

You don't think you've ever seen anything shine as bright as her smile. She gives you one more quick kiss before rushing to get ready, changing out of her fancy clothes and into jeans and a hoodie in the blink of an eye.

You admire her for a few seconds before following suit, putting on the closest pair of sneakers you can find and slipping on a sweatshirt that you totally didn't steal from your girlfriend. She doesn’t say anything when she sees what you’re wearing but the small smirk on her face tells you everything you need to know.

She holds her hand out to you again and you take it without any hesitation, letting her lead you out of your hotel room and toward whatever destination she has in mind. You realize very quickly that you don’t care where she’s taking you as long as her hand stays in yours.

She ends up leading you out of the hotel and into the busy New York streets. Even in the middle of the night, Times Square is chaotic. And that's putting it mildly. It's bright and loud, and slightly overwhelming. It's a sight you don't think you could ever get used to despite how often you and Hailee end up in the city.

And yet, it's exactly that chaotic energy that makes you feel at peace. There's so much going on, so many different things to look at, that most people don't even spare a glance your way. You blend in among the bustle of the street, allowing Hailee to walk with her arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

For once, you don't have to pretend to be anything less than what you are.

You're in love.

You're free.

And you're sure there's nowhere else in the world you'd rather be right now.

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shcktheheart · 2 years

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You Kiss Me Once, I’ll Kiss You Twice

Word Prompts with Jade and Floyd Leech x reader (not poly)

summary: How a Leech over time tells and shows his love for you

A/N: A reupload from my previous blog amoreleeches ! not beta-read

wc: 2.5k

Jade Leech

‘You’re overworking yourself, please just take a break.’

The same polite same is etched out on his face despite the words of ‘concern’ that left his mouth. Tiredly, you lift your head up, unaware you had even fallen asleep. A few blinks of your eyelids let’s Jade answer the unspoken question floating in your mind.

“It’s half past ten.” Again with the polite smile. You rub your eyes mumbling a simple ‘sorry,” he chuckles slightly. You can feel the weight of your blazer lifted from your shoulders which buzz from his leather light touch. Your face scrunches up at the realisation of this.

“You know you don’t have to pretend around me right?” His mouth is left slightly agape resembling a small ‘o’ shape; eyes widening slightly. “I’m not dating Octavinelle’s vice housewarden, I’m dating Jade Leech.” He smiles once again allowing you to faintly see the tips of his sharp teeth as he speaks, brows that curve upwards slightly.

“My apologies it's a rather —“ he pauses, eyes drifting off someplace — “bad habit of mine.” You roll your eyes, you can already sense the wild smirk he’s bearing right now.

You’ve started to become accustomed to Jade and his everyday white lies; it’s a given that it’d be brought into your relationship. It doesn’t bother you — not entirely — but your head hurts and your limbs are numb. You reach out to him tenderly placing your thumb on the interlocking joint of his thumb and index finger and squeezing gently. You shouldn’t voice your thoughts, the words that bind themselves in sentences murmuring across your head, your own heart beating in agreement.

It’s vulnerable. Agonisingly so, but you threw that all out once you and Jade began this relationship. His smile softens, not one out of politeness or sadistic pleasure, but out of tenderness. “I’ll stay.” The words leave his mouth in a hushed whisper, he allows you to bring his knuckles up towards your mouth and place a gentle kiss.

“I’m glad,” you murmur between the knuckles between his hands, elegant and cold.

‘It’s an honor to know you like this.’

The words slide off his tongue so smoothly you almost drop the piece of pasta on your fork. He’s smiling at you so innocently whilst you sit there bewildered feeling the heat of your heart pumping upwards towards your face. You give him a look which he doesn’t notice since his eyes are closed. He opens them slightly the narrow shape giving off a sly aura. You mumble something incoherent. “Say that again for me?” He asks and you turn away from him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of reading your open emotions. You can feel him move closer which only prompts you to shuffle further away from him. He seems a little too eager to pull your body close to his.

His face morphs into one that is of concern but you know Jade better than that, know not to fall for the curl of his lashes and the misleading way his glossy lips shape. His eyes wide and full of naivety tears slightly brushing the bottom of his lashes. “Why are you moving away from me dearest?”

The nickname causes you to halt, causes the wave of embarrassment rushing over you, causes your heart to race in such a familiar way against your chest. “Evil,” you weakly blurt out the words. Jade laughs. “You’re so evil.” His shoulders shake heavy with golden laughter, you cannot stop the smile that spreads across your lips.

You lean into Jade’s touch, he allows you to nuzzle closer to him.

“It’s an honour to know you like this too.” He kisses the top of your head, letting himself rest against you, your hearts become insync with each other.

‘I’d like to take you on a vacation, just the two of us.’

The stars are in full bloom when he says this, you glance towards him with a cocked eyebrow. “What to your home?” Jade Leech is always smiling but you’ve found lately that this new smile he's showing you right has a different meaning, his eyes are tinged with a warm feeling. He hums and brings a hand towards you smoothing out a few stray ends atop your head.

“No, I'm eventually going to bring you there.” A smooth cover of warmth enters your stomach, digging its honey fingers and swirling all your organs around. “What I meant was….” he trails off. Jade’s always been good with words however he finds with you that his tongue becomes tied much more often. It’s not that words fail him (sometimes at least) he’s just not sure how to convey his feelings that would make you understand him. Jade Leech is always the one with the silver tongue yet somehow you manage to make his voice quake, words die down in his throat and for once in his life Jade fears the effect his words have on you.

You inch closer to him, your hands now intertwined with each other. “I’d like that.” Jade looks to turn at you, you aren’t looking at him — as you usually do — yet he finds himself yearning for you to do so. He wants you to see the love he has for you in his eyes, this love cannot be explained through words alone Jade finds himself pondering this after he spends more and more time with you. “Obviously I'm still kind of new here so I’d have no idea where to take you.”

“That’s fine,” he whispers quietly into the night sky. He hopes that the night’s wind writes it in the goosebumps of your arms. “Of course the same can still be said for me.” You finally turn to take a look at him.

Jade Leech’s eyes burn so bright with love that it puts the stars to shame.

‘I’m Yours.’

You laugh and nuzzle into the crook of his neck further. “Of course you are.” You place a small kiss on the line of his jaw. “I’d be concerned if you’d thought otherwise,” you tease him with a gentle tone. Jade allows his eyes to close as he breathes in your scent, a smell that has become so familiar to him that his bones begin to ache with an emptiness that makes him want to break and bite into several things.

Jade Leech isn’t a man of very few words, however he is a man of many lies. When Jade Leech lies, he lies with a calm like the sea’s tide. He’s a man of very little truth, you can count on one hand of the times — of what you’ve believed anyway — on the truth of what Jade says. However when he utters those words mere moments ago, you find yourself believing every bit of his words.

‘Don’t let me go.’

Jade Leech’s words are slurred with a raspy voice that ends in a broken cough, his body stirs as it meets your cool touch and yet despite his feverish state he still manages to make you all the more flustered. You're thankful for Jade’s firm arms that are holding you so dearly and rightly. You’re unable to tell whether the slow creep of warmth that travels along your body is from Jade himself or you. You peck his cheek.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whisper into the meat of his cheek, ending with a small kiss. The clothes he’s gripped between his hands tightens, his shoulders move up and down with the heavy intake of oxygen, his breathing ragged down to the very limit.

“Come on, let's get more comfortable.” He grunts; you are unable to tell if this is an agreement or not. You move away from him and his hands linger, refusing to move away from the cool layers of your clothes. You lay beside his sitting figure and gesture for him to rest his head on your chest, he does so with a less than graceful fall which momentarily causes the air to forcibly leave your lungs. Jade’s arms are, once again, wrapped tightly around your body, the soft beating of your heart soothes his ill soul and softly carries him towards the edge of sleep, the both of you tangled in each other’s arms listening to nothing but each other’s breathing, hearts beating as one.

Floyd Leech:

‘You’re so funny.’

The words are spoken between stolen gaps of laughter he’s folded in half shoulders shaking heavy with the weight of himself. “Shrimpy you really are something!” A strained laughter leaves you as you watch the eel clutch his shaking stomach. “You have no clue about anything?, don't you?”

Oh he had meant it as an insult then.

Suddenly Floyd pushes himself up, the grass tickles at your legs. His smile is wide and big showcasing the sharp edges of his teeth, you try not to think about how easy it would be for him to rip the meat off of your bones. His fingers lift up the corners of your mouth mimicking his wide smile, your cheeks start to hurt in protest. “A’ senp’i get offa me!” He laughs again which bleeds into the clear sky. He rolls the fat of your cheeks between the pads of his fingers, playing with them as though they were a toy for children. You try to pry him off of yourself however the effort is futile. Eventually he does release you, your cheeks stinging from the weight of his index and his thumb, you rub it with a sulk on your face.

Floyd leans back on the grass head peering at the trees behind him. You watch him for a few moments admiring the way his hair dances in the gentle breeze of the wind.

‘Take care of yourself.’

His arms are wrapped around your shoulders, his hug although not at all gentle still holds you with some sincerity. His eyes are closed as he rests himself atop of your head, his body slightly slouched due to the height difference. He holds as though the moment you leave him you’ll disappear right in front of him. “Of course I can,” you reply, however it’s slightly muffled from the way he’s pushed you against himself. He pulls back finally his face is devoid of any emotion and whilst this would worry those normally you however have become accustomed to the expressions Floyd brings and what they mean. Both for yourself and him.

You bring a hand towards the edge of his face. “I’ll be fine.” You repeat again this time in a hushed whisper as though this time the words will hold more weight towards him. He frowns slightly.

“I don’t trust them shrimpy, I’ve seen the way you’ve been treated by them.” You smile.

“That’s why I've got you isn’t it?” His smile mirrors yours. “It’s for a week isn’t it? I’ll be fine.” His smile gets wide and he leans in, lips gently touching yours, his grip on you tightens. You squirm in his grasp.

‘I missed you a lot.’

He engulfs you with wide arms and rocks you with such a force that you almost fall over backwards. You’re positive both Azul and Jade are watching with smirks on their faces. “You’re the first person I greeted Shrimpy today, aren't I such a good boyfriend! Praise me!” He makes a kissing face at you as you try and escape his grasp. The room fills with both of your laughter.

“Shrimpy stop trying to escape! Praise me already!” His fingers move downwards wiggling slightly which makes you writhe in his hold even more, your laughter getting even more louder as he continues his attack on your body. The words ‘praise me’ are chanted throughout the room which then echo leading to a bounce of back and forth between Floyd and you. You give in with a slight shriek when he drags his tongue along your cheek.

“Okay fine you win!” Floyd loudly cheers.

‘You make me feel safe.’

The words do well to heat up your cold shivering body, stopping momentarily when the words finally process. “What?” Floyd repeats himself, he’s staring down at you with a soft gentle like sort of gaze. You’re not sure how to describe it, you're not sure if you’re able to describe it. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Floyd with this type of expression. His hand is wrapped against yours — which are gloved — and yet his touch, despite being made for cold, does wonders for you. You seek him out whenever given the chance, oh how the tables have changed.

Floyd’s labelled the clingy one by everyone, yet you find you’re latching onto him far more than he ever could.

“I mean what I say you know.” Floyd stops walking standing firm within the snow that surrounds the both of you. You give him a look.

“Why would I think otherwise?” He shrugs a smile growing on his lips.

“You have that kind of look on your face when you doubt something—“ he points at you, his smile still wide — “I pay more attention than what people think ya know!”

Although the merpeople one the coral sea are cold-blooded and vicious you find that Floyd is the warmest person around. You let him kiss you with belated breaths.

‘Marry me.’

The gentle pull of the sea surrounds you and Floyd, in the background you can hear the mingle of several people, most notably Floyd’s family. Yet somehow they don’t reach you. You and Floyd aren’t hidden away, not exactly at least — well with Floyd you’re never really hidden away — always bringing attention towards him whether he means to or not. “Wait there.” He swims off to somewhere you can’t see, out of the corner of your eye you see Jade talking to his mother. A sweet lady though you know where exactly Jade gets his personality from.

You’re the only human in the house, surrounded by merpeople of all kinds, not just moray eels. It doesn’t feel weird they’ve all accepted with open arms and Floyd’s not exactly shy with his affection but to the point he feels that he wants to stay with you for an eternity. It feels weird. You are happy but there’s a tingle in your stomach that drags along a bottomless pit and intends on taking you down with it.

“Close your eyes!” You can’t help but follow along with what he’s saying, a small laughter escaping you. “Keep them closed!”

“They are!” He laughs and you can feel the cold heavy of something across your neck. Floyd is fiddling with the back of the necklace which makes you giggle already imagining at what the look of concentration would be.

“Oi stop laughing! anndddd there we go!”

“Can I open my eyes now?” You don’t let him answer as you peer down at the pearl necklace, it’s cool to the touch. “Wow Floyd this is beautiful.” He nods.

“It was my grandmother's, family heirloom stuff you know?” You can’t help but snort at the disregard for what should be held with extreme care. You take his hand in yours.

“I do Floyd.”

#;Jane’s writing #Twisted wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x reader #Jade Leech #Jade Leech x reader #Floyd Leech #Floyd Leech x reader #Twisted wonderland scenarios

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diorkyeom · 6 months

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‘✷’ : CHAPTER ELEVEN “we're destined”

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chapter word count: 7.8k+ (it's a beast of a chapter but i'm not sorry at all)

chapter warnings: curse words, alcohol, kissing, mildly unsafe activites (don't sit on rooftops while kissing y'all)

summary: "lately, seokmin had come to a realisation. joshua hong, seokmin thought, was a little bit of an enigma." - in which seokmin has known joshua for years, but he's always been a bit of a mystery to him. and as the days go by, he finds himself falling further and further for the enigmatic man, wanting to find out who the real Joshua Hong is behind his polite smiles and warm eyes and sweet words.

notes: cries,,, last chapter :'') okok you're all probably eager to read how this ends but i want to take a moment to say thank you so so much. all of your comments and notes mean sooo so much to me and im truly so glad to have had u on this journey! hope to see you again in any more things i might write <3

Joshua was definitely in love with Seokmin.

It was a fact of his life, at this point, something objectively true that Joshua had tucked away in his heart, that he constantly carried around with him but never, ever said out loud.

He never had need to, before. Not when Seokmin hadn’t remembered who he was, when they’d been nothing more than polite friends connected by a mutual friend and nothing more. There would have been no point in admitting his feelings if Seokmin hadn’t seen him with at least a certain degree of fondness first.

But now, they’d gotten closer, and it was getting harder and harder to hide.

It felt uncomfortable to hide something from Seokmin. His heart and mind protested, wondering why on earth he was hiding from the most important person in the world to him. His throat burned, sometimes, burned with the confession aching to leave his lips, with the want to whisper out a soft “I’m in love with you” to relieve the pain in his own heart.

It was a selfish want, though. A want to prevent his own self from hurting. And that was the only reason Joshua held it back: he didn’t want Seokmin to feel uncomfortable. Didn’t want to force his feelings onto him.

But being so close to Seokmin was making it more difficult to keep it in.

Seokmin, with his bright smiles and bright voice and bright heart, with his great capacity for loving and being loved. Seokmin, who was warmer than the Sun’s rays, who was more magnetic than the largest star, who demanded Joshua’s full attention wherever they were and whenever they met—which he always gave, willingly, eagerly.

Seokmin was made to be loved. To be cherished, admired, adored.

And Joshua really, really wanted to be the one to love him.

There was a knock at the music office door, then, and Joshua pulled himself out of his reverie to see Seokmin wavering in the doorway, wearing a neat dress shirt with his blazer hanging over his arm. His hair was done up all nicely, too, soft bangs parted in a way which was both parts dashing and adorable, and Joshua smiled and beckoned him in.

“Hello,” he greeted as Seokmin stepped over to his desk. “Why are you here? The concert’s going to start soon.”

“I know,” Seokmin said, and then beamed. “I came to wish you good luck, of course! Or is it break a leg? Does that apply to music, or is it just theatre?” He pondered for a second, before shaking his head and beaming again. “Anyways, I’m here to wish you good luck!”

Joshua smiled, chuckling a little. “Thank you, Seokmin. You could’ve texted me, though. We have each other’s numbers, you know,” he pointed out, and Seokmin groaned, embarrassed.

“I’m gonna keep apologising until the end of time for that, hyung. I can’t believe I forgot,” Seokmin whined sadly. “But I wanted to come see you! I haven’t seen you since lunch,” he said, pouting a little, “and it’s already evening. So I wanted to see you for a bit before the concert starts.”

“Aw, you missed me that much, did you?” Joshua said teasingly, and then smiled. “Well, thank you for coming. To wish me good luck, and also to the concert. You really didn’t have to.”

Seokmin pffted, shaking his head rapidly. It made his hair fall into his eyes, and he brushed the strands away with a finger, not noticing the way Joshua’s eyes followed the delicate movement. “Wasn’t gonna miss it for the world, hyung. The others would’ve come, too, but who knew that private school music concert tickets are actually expensive?”

He sounded truly baffled by that, and Joshua laughed.

“So I’m here as a substitute for our entire friend group,” Seokmin carried on, beaming. “When you see me in the seats, just imagine that it’s all twelve of us cheering our Shua hyung on.”

“Thank you, Seokmin,” Joshua said, patting Seokmin’s elbow. “It means a lot to me.” You mean a lot to me.

Seokmin blinked, and then smiled, shy and sparkly all at once. “Of course!” he chirped, and then grinned so wide that his eyes turned into little crescents.

It was horribly endearing. God, Joshua was so in love with him.

Seokmin opened his mouth again, looking like he was about to say something else before he promptly changed his mind, snapping his mouth shut and giving Joshua a smile. “Anyways, good luck out there! You’re going to do great.”

Before Joshua had time to say anything else, Seokmin leaned forward and pressed a fast kiss to his forehead before promptly zooming out of the office, leaving the door swinging open on its hinges.

Joshua gaped after him, left reeling as he tried to process what had just happened.

His face was curiously warm, and he touched his head in slight wonder, replaying the faint pressure of Seokmin’s lips over and over again in his mind.

And then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, something bright and golden blooming in his chest.

In all his years that Seokmin had been teaching at this school, he’d never come to see the music concerts before.

Well.

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He never really had any need to. He was friendly with the music teachers, and he had students who took Music, but he’d never had a truly compelling reason to come to these. They started in the evening and lasted for a good few hours, after all. As much as he loved his students, Seokmin did kind of enjoy his sleep.

But now, here he was, sitting in the front row of seats reserved for teachers, listening to the entire concert and waiting for a certain someone to appear.

The a cappella group finished, and Seokmin clapped politely, looking down at the concert programme in his lap. The senior choir would be appearing in just three more acts. The last performance before the interval.

“They’re good, aren’t they?” a voice said in Seokmin’s ear, and he turned to look at the teacher sitting next to him.

“I’m sorry?” Seokmin blinked, before realising that the teacher was referring to the a cappella group. “Oh, yes. They’re very talented.”

The teacher regarded him for a moment, before smiling. The next performance (a string quartet?) walked onto the stage and began to set up to a round of applause. “You’re here for someone specific,” the teacher observed wisely, still smiling.

Seokmin smiled back, not sure whether to admit it or not. There were a decent amount of teachers here: the headmaster and deputy head had an obligation to come, of course, but the entire first row had been reserved for any other teachers that wanted to come, and it was decently filled. He was sure that most of them were here simply to support all the students, and he could group himself with them too.

Before he had a chance to say so, however, the teacher’s smile turned knowing.

“Mr. Hong, I presume?” he said, and Seokmin flushed so fast that it had the teacher laughing. The string quartet started playing, then, and any protest that Seokmin was attempting to form promptly melted away.

Because, well. He really was only here for Joshua.

Joshua, who he was in love with.

Joshua, who loved him too.

The string quartet soon finished, and then there was a flute solo, and then was the symphony orchestra before finally, finally, it was time for the senior choir, and Seokmin was well aware of how he visibly perked up as Joshua and the choir walked out on stage.

He raised his head, wide eyes hopefully following Joshua’s movements, hoping to catch his eye and show him that Seokmin was here, that he was watching, that he was so, so proud of Joshua even though they hadn’t even done anything yet.

And, to his utmost joy, Joshua’s eyes flicked down to meet his own for a brief second, smiling slightly before he promptly turned back to his choir. Seokmin beamed, delighted, relaxing back into his seat. Even the slightest glance was enough for him.

He watched with comfortable excitement as the applause died down, as Joshua raised his baton, and the opening notes of the piece rang through the air.

It was something in Spanish—a love song, if Seokmin was to believe the information printed into his concert programme—filled with rich harmonies and dramatic swells in volume that had Seokmin’s heart leaping wonderfully in his chest. He didn’t understand a word, but it was beautiful all the same, and the music washed over him as waves and waves of warmth and love.

As he watched Joshua, however, those waves smoothed into rosy pink silk, spinning tendrils of silver threads into the air and threading delicately around Joshua’s form, sparkling and soft all at once. The music teacher was fully immersed in the music, focused on bringing in the various voices whenever they were needed, keeping the pulse and helping the music flow smoothly.

And as Joshua conducted, the silk waved more enthrallingly around him, like a rippling, gentle aura of notes and music and sounds, completely entrancing Seokmin's very soul.

They sang three pieces, and then came the interval, and the auditorium abruptly became so filled with parents attempting to leave to get refreshments and children coming barreling in to ramble about their performances, so Seokmin thought it would be best to stay in his seat until the stampede subsided.

When the choir finished, he clapped the loudest out of the entire audience.

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After the choir’s performance, the rest of the night was a blur to Seokmin.

He wanted to see Joshua, to tell him how well he did, how beautiful Seokmin had thought the entire thing was.

His ears burned as he remembered how Joshua had looked up on the stage, like the master painter of the most beautifully coloured sounds in the world, and he grinned giddily.

As it was, however, by the time the crowd died down, it was time for the second half of the concert to begin, and so Seokmin didn’t get to see Joshua until right at the end, once all the parents were filing out of the auditorium, collecting their children in the foyer before finally exiting the school, leaving the exhausted music teachers behind.

“Shua hyung!”

The moment Joshua emerged from the auditorium doors, stepping into the hallway, Seokmin came bounding up to him and engulfed him in a hug.

Joshua’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden hug, before his face melted into a laugh, arms automatically reaching around Seokmin to balance him even as he stumbled back a little, while Seokmin continued to bounce happily in his hold.

“You did so, so well!” Seokmin gushed as he pulled away, arms still slung over Joshua’s neck. “Oh, it was so gorgeous, hyung. I loved the entire performance.”

“I’m glad you did,” Joshua said, eyes crinkling, hands resting comfortably around Seokmin’s back. “The children worked so hard.”

“You worked so hard too,” Seokmin said earnestly. Then his eyes widened. “I should’ve brought a bouquet of flowers, or something!” He pouted, disappointed at his lack of forethought. “Damn. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that before.”

Joshua chuckled, gently extricating himself from Seokmin’s embrace before linking their fingers together instead, walking down the hallway and out into the foyer.

“Next time,” Joshua said, smiling. “You can do that next time.”

The head of the Music department was lingering in the foyer, helping tidying everything up, and when she caught sight of Joshua, she nodded in greeting, straightening.

“Joshua-ssi! Well done for tonight,” she said, walking over and shaking Joshua’s hand. “You did well with the choir.”

“Thank you,” he said, laughing. “It’s nothing compared to everything that you’ve done tonight. Thank you for organising this event for the school.”

“Oh, it’s all part of my job,” she said, waving a hand. She looked over at Seokmin and finally seemed to take note of their interlocked hands, her smile turning knowing. “Well, I won’t keep you. Have a safe trip home, you two.”

With one last smile at the two teachers, she turned around and resumed wheeling the standing chimes back to the Music department.

Seokmin watched her, tilting his head. “Why do I get the feeling she thinks we live together?”

Joshua chuckled. “She probably does,” he said, tugging Seokmin’s hand gently, leading them out of the school and into the cool night air. “I leave work with you every day, so it’s a reasonable conclusion.”

Seokmin looked over at Joshua, took in the relaxed, calm expression on his face, the way his hair ruffled slightly in the breeze. Joshua automatically pulled their intertwined hands into his coat pocket, keeping Seokmin's easily-frozen fingers protected from the cold.

Seokmin smiled, facing forward again. “I guess so.”

He didn’t know how he hadn’t seen this before, how Joshua had been in love with him for so long. Now he could see how endearingly obvious it was, and it made it hard to keep his face from breaking out into a ridiculous grin every time he remembered.

How many times had Joshua caught his eye over a crowd of students? How many times had Joshua casually interlaced their fingers as they walked? How many times had Joshua watched him with gentle eyes while Seokmin rambled to him?

For how long had Joshua been loving him quietly, softly, sweetly, just like this?

It was kind of insane, Seokmin mused, feeling himself flushing shyly at the mere memories. Insane that he was loved in such a way, by someone he loved just as much too. And to think, he’d been loved like this all this time, and he’d only just realised it now.

“I really liked the first piece the choir sang, hyung,” Seokmin chirped as they walked to the bus stop. “The Spanish one?”

“Oh, really?” Joshua said, smiling. “You liked it?”

“Yeah!” Seokmin hummed the melody, singing part of the refrain that repeated over and over. “That part where they all split into those different harmonies and they did that thing where the high part sang really high?” He attempted to imitate what he remembered, voice warbling and echoing in the quiet of the evening, high pitched and a little squeaky.

Joshua laughed, squeezing Seokmin’s hand slightly. “Yeah, I get what you mean. It’s a really nice piece. Did you know, the composer wrote it for someone special?”

Seokmin stopped his warbling to tilt his head as they neared the stop, automatically sitting down as they waited for the bus. It was routine, simple and natural, for him to press closer into Joshua’s side, like he belonged there.

“Let me guess, his wife?” Seokmin suggested, but Joshua shook his head.

“His best friend,” Joshua said, smiling. “He said that the love he held for his best friend went beyond mere words, and could only be captured in something more abstract and… fervent. Like a song.”

Seokmin’s mouth fell open, and he awwed. “That’s so sweet.” He laughed a little, bumping Joshua’s side. “Hey, you should write a song for Jeonghan hyung.”

Joshua scrunched his nose playfully. “That brat? Never. He’s nothing but a nuisance.”

That made Seokmin laugh, head falling against Joshua’s shoulder, and above him, Joshua's smile widened.

“Oh, the bus is here,” Joshua said, and Seokmin lifted his head up.

They stood up, and Joshua let go of his hand to reach for his card. It was decently empty in the bus, which was to be expected since it was rather late in the evening, and Seokmin shuffled into a seat by the window, Joshua next to him. Once they were seated, their fingers interlaced once more, and Seokmin desperately tried to dampen the flush that spread across his cheeks as Joshua’s warm palm pressed against his own.

“Anyway, hyung,” Seokmin said as the bus began moving again, “tell me what you were up to! What were you doing the entire afternoon?”

Joshua shrugged. “Nothing interesting, really.”

“Tell me still,” Seokmin said, squeezing Joshua’s hand. “I wanna know!”

Joshua glanced over at him, and his eyes softened, positively glowing under the bright lights of the bus. “Okay.”

And he did, and Seokmin listened attentively, paying such fervent attention to every word that fell from Joshua’s lips. He liked hearing him talk, liked listening to Joshua recount his day’s events in that satin soft voice of his. It was captivating, almost, like Joshua had this ability to entrance his very soul with his warm eyes and warm voice and warm smiles. Make Seokmin fall more and more in love with him with each passing second.

Like a real Aphrodite.

Before long, Joshua finished telling Seokmin about his day, and the conversation deviated from there, their animated conversation filling the otherwise cold silence of the bus until they finally reached their stop, getting off and beginning to walk.

“—and she’s been climbing the stairs in crutches the entire time,” Seokmin said, shaking his head. “I was horrified. I told her that we have, like, three different elevators in this school that she could use instead, and she looked at me like she was the one who was most horrified.”

Joshua chuckled as they turned a corner and began walking down the street to his and Jeonghan’s house. “I admire her and her iron will to get up those stairs. It’s hard.”

“And really dangerous,” Seokmin said, eyebrows furrowing with worry. “I don’t know how she did it. It’s a miracle she hadn't injured herself more.”

“Well, I’m glad you pointed her in the direction of the elevators,” Joshua said. “That could have been disastrous if she’d kept going.”

Seokmin nodded vigorously. “It really could have.”

They had reached Joshua’s house now, the lights in the windows indicating that Jeonghan was still up and about. Joshua stood in front of the gate, and his hand was still in Seokmin’s. They’d held hands the entire way home. A record, Seokmin noticed with a slight smile. Neither of them had shied away halfway through.

“Well, this is me,” Joshua said with a smile. He lightly brushed his thumb over Seokmin’s knuckles before letting go of his hand, stepping back. “Thank you for coming today, Seokmin. It means a lot to me.”

Seokmin beamed. “Of course, hyung! I told you, I wasn’t gonna miss it for the world.” He smiled again, softer this time. “You were amazing, too. You did so well.”

“Thank you,” Joshua said, and then ducked his head, almost shy. “I’m glad you think so.”

“Of course I think so. You’re the most amazing person in the world to me.”

Seokmin blinked, surprised at the way his inner thoughts had somehow managed to make their way past his lips. Nevertheless, he just grinned, because it didn’t make his words any less true.

“Anyways, off you go,” Seokmin said before Joshua could say anything else. “Shoo, hyung. Go and get your sleep. It’s a Friday tomorrow, and we still have work.”

Joshua pulled a face at that. “I can’t believe we still have work.” He pushed the gate open, giving a small wave to Seokmin. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Seokmin nodded with a big smile, and Joshua gave him a big, sweet smile in return, full of lilac fondness and silvery, satiny love.

Wow.

Joshua really did love him.

“Shua hyung,” Seokmin called out suddenly, leaning against the gate. Joshua, walking down the path to his front door, stopped and turned around at Seokmin’s voice, walking a few steps back towards him.

It was dark, but Joshua’s eyes were bright, attentive. “Seokmin?”

Seokmin swallowed, heart hammering in his throat.

I like you.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, sugary soft and melting, sweetening his entire being, and Joshua was looking at him with such a warm gaze, gilded gold and open and real and he wanted nothing more than to give Joshua the entirety of his heart.

But… no. It didn’t feel quite right to say those words. Not yet, at least.

So Seokmin shook his head, smiling.

“Nothing,” he said. “Just well done for tonight, hyung. I’m so glad I came.”

And it really was dark, but Seokmin could see how Joshua both softened and brightened at his words.

“I’m glad you came too,” he returned, giving another smile before waving. “Goodnight, Seokmin. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You ditched us,” Seungkwan accused, standing with his arms crossed in the hallway as Seokmin opened the door, making the apartment owner yelp.

Seokmin watched him go, still clutching onto the gate, his head and heart spinning in delighted circles, three words and eight letters echoing in his mind.

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“What are you doing here?” Seokmin asked, clutching his chest, having genuinely gotten a fright from seeing Seungkwan looming like a foreboding shadow in his hall.

Seungkwan shook his head, arms still crossed, but the frown on his face had melted into a pout that was more adorable than intimidating. “Cause you ditched us!”

Seokmin laughed, albeit a little confusedly, taking off his shoes and coat and gently holding Seungkwan’s shoulders, manoeuvring the younger man so he could walk past him. “Where’s hyung?” Seokmin asked as Seungkwan trailed after him into the kitchen, still grumbling about how Seokmin had abandoned them.

“Soonyoung hyung’s in his room,” Seungkwan said. “He’s moping ‘cause you ditched us.”

“I went to my school’s concert to support my students,” Seokmin corrected, downing a glass of water before walking out of the kitchen, Seungkwan still following him like a little puppy. “Plus, I only ditched Soonyoung, didn’t I? How did I ditch you too?”

He knocked on Soonyoung’s bedroom door and opened it to find the elder sitting on the floor, bent over one of their 1000+ piece puzzles that they kept buying and regretting after because both of them were terrible at puzzles. He’d never seen Soonyoung actually try completing them before.

“You ditched both of us,” Soonyoung said, frowning intensely down at the jigsaw pieces. “Seungkwan was due to come over tonight, remember?”

“Yeah,” Seungkwan said, pouting as he bounced onto Soonyoung’s bed. “But you ditched us for some guy.”

Seokmin shook his head, crouching down next to Soonyoung to look down at his puzzle too. “I didn’t ditch you for some guy, though,” he pointed out, picking up a puzzle piece and trying and failing to fit it into the meagre section that Soonyoung had successfully filled. “Shua hyung’s our friend, not just some guy.”

From Soonyoung’s bed came a muffled huff. Seungkwan had wrapped himself up in Soonyoung’s blankets, almost suffocating himself in the amount of tiger plushies on the elder’s bed.

“We were still ditched.”

“I apologise,” Seokmin said, tilting his head in confusion as he looked at the puzzle pieces and the picture on the back of the box. “The concert went well, by the way. I had fun. Thanks for asking.”

“Right, how did your boyfriend’s concert go?” Soonyoung asked flatly, before abruptly pushing away the puzzle pieces, grumbling in annoyance at how difficult it was before flopping onto his bed, squashing Seungkwan’s legs and making the younger man yelp.

Seokmin didn’t even bat an eye, used to their antics, and scratched his head, mildly confused. “Shua hyung’s not my boyfriend.”

“He should be,” Soonyoung responded from where he was still lying on Seungkwan. “Hey, Kwan, don’t you think they fit together so well?”

“What, those jigsaw pieces?” Seungkwan said, struggling to kick Soonyoung off him. “No. I didn’t wanna say anything, but you suck at puzzles, hyung.”

“What? No. I meant Seokmin and Joshua hyung.”

“Oh!” Seungkwan’s eyes lit up at that, and he finally managed to shove Soonyoung away, sitting up. His eyes gleamed as he grinned at Seokmin, who was still crouching next to the failed jigsaw puzzle, looking up at them confusedly.

He tilted his head, looking Seokmin up and down, before nodding his head resolutely.

“They kinda look like they’re destined.”

Seokmin let out a surprised laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Soonyoung didn’t seem confused by Seungkwan’s statement, and just nodded vigorously. “Totally agreed. They kinda balance each other out, you know?”

“Yeah! But they’re both really lovely and infuriating.”

“Exactly! The lovely hyung and the lovely dongsaeng.”

“They’re perfect.”

“Literally meant to be.”

“Divined by the fates.”

Seokmin shook his head, standing up and holding a hand out to stop them. “Wha—what are you talking about?” His cheeks were red, and it was actually kind of embarrassing how flustered he became at the mere idea of him and Shua hyung even though they were teasing. “You guys are literally the worst, you know.”

Seungkwan tsked, wagging a finger. “Look at this, you’re lashing out. We’re just telling you the truth.”

“We are,” Soonyoung agreed, nodding gravely. “This is why you should stop being a chicken and confess.”

“Alas, he can’t do that,” Seungkwan added on with faux sadness, and Seokmin wondered yet again why he was friends with them. They still hadn’t asked him properly how the concert went, either. Seokmin was planning to sulk extravagantly over that later. “If only he knew that his beloved Shua hyung is in l—”

A hand shot out and slapped over Seungkwan’s mouth, muffling his next words, and Soonyoung not-so subtly glared over at the younger. Seokmin paused, tilting his head, the cogs turning in his mind as a slow smile spread over his face.

“That my beloved Shua hyung is in love with me too?” Seokmin finished, smiling wider. He stood up and leapt onto Soonyoung’s bed, making them all bounce up and down. “I knew that already.”

Soonyoung’s eyes grew comically wide. Seungkwan’s mouth fell open, getting saliva all over Soonyoung’s hand and making the elder snatch back his hand in disgust.

“You knew?” Seungkwan said, voice shaky.

“Yeah?” Seokmin adjusted himself on the bed, crossing his legs comfortably. “I’m not as dumb as you think.”

A grin spread across Seungkwan’s face, and he slapped Soonyoung’s knee while crowing delightedly, loud and triumphant. “I didn’t think you were dumb, but hyung did! Gimme all your money, Soonyoung hyung, I told you he’d be able to figure it out.”

Seokmin’s eyes widened. “You made another bet?” he asked, as Soonyoung grumbled at Seungkwan and promised to get his wallet later. He put a hand over his chest, dramatically hurt. “I can’t believe you’d make such hurtful assumptions about my intelligence. Did you forget that I have a master’s degree?”

“Soonyoung hyung forgot. I didn’t,” Seungkwan declared proudly, while Soonyoung huffed and shoved the younger’s shoulder.

“Yeah, but you also had too much faith in how long it’d take Seok to realise his own feelings,” Soonyoung pointed out. “He was more than a year later than your prediction.”

“Oh yeah, about that,” Seokmin interjected before they started arguing again. “Why did you make that bet in the first place? Shua hyung and I weren't even close friends over a year ago.”

Instantly, Seungkwan’s head whipped upwards, and his eyes were a light with mischief as he leaned forward. “My dearest Seokmin hyung, if only you knew how much evidence there was. Whenever we have Game Night, when you get drunk enough, you'll spend half an hour just staring at Joshua hyung in the corner. You always ask Jeonghan hyung where Joshua hyung is when the guy comes to your apartment ‘cause he's bored. And Soonyoung hyung said that you've admitted that you think Joshua hyung is the prettiest out of our friend group more than a hundred times.”

Soonyoung mouthed along to the end of Seungkwan's mini speech, nodding at Seokmin's speechless face. “It's true. I think you've always had this small crush on him.”

“No I haven't,” Seokmin said, reddening. “I—Don't you think Shua hyung's really pretty? And I don't stare at him,” he added, frowning. “I just—he's just… pretty.”

Soonyoung and Seungkwan blinked up at him.

“Look at him, you've made him defensive,” Soonyoung said in Seungkwan's direction.

“Me? You joined in too!”

“Oh, so it's my fault?”

“Hey! Why are you placing blame in the first place?”

Seokmin shook his head as the two of them descended into bickering again, massaging his temples. The tiredness was catching up with him, having spent a full day at work and most of his evening at the concert only to come back to his two friends arguing about who had or hadn’t underestimated his intelligence. Sometimes, he felt like the mother to two unruly children.

“Alright, kids, I’m going to bed,” he said, getting up from Soonyoung’s bed. “Don’t stay up too late ‘cause we all have work tomorrow. Brush your teeth properly. I also almost confessed to Shua hyung today. Goodnight.”

With that, he zoomed out to his own bedroom as Soonyoung’s room exploded into a cacophony of noise, both of them crying out in outrage.

“What do you mean almost?”

“Get back out there and confess to him properly!”

Seokmin laughed as there was the thundering sound of footsteps, hurriedly shutting his bedroom door. It wouldn’t stave them off for long, and within seconds they’d be bursting into his room, demanding an explanation for what he’d just said, but he took a few seconds to smile widely to himself, giddy and delighted at how fervently (and kind of aggressively) his friends supported him.

“And then Jeonghan hyung said—very politely, very professionally—‘Sir, what the fuck is wrong with you?’” Seungkwan was saying, exaggerated accent and all, and everyone descended into shrieks of laughter, falling into each other across the floor of Jeonghan and Joshua's living room.

It sure was nice to be in love.

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Seokmin laughed too, head tilted back, because even though the story had been told countless times over the years, it never failed to make him laugh.

“And then he shortened the deadline,” Seokmin added in through his own snorts of laughter, and mimicked the look of utter horror that had been on Jeonghan's face when they received the email.

Jeonghan, pink with laughter, had his mug of beer precariously in one hand and when he shrugged, it spilled onto the armrest of the couch he was perched on. “Our professor was crazy as shit,” he said, laughing. “Who gives their students only five days to write a four-page analysis paper on Frankenstein?”

“And because of hyung's comment, we ended up only having three,” Seungkwan squeaked, barely able to breathe, and everyone descended into laughter again.

It was Game Night once more, and Seokmin always found himself marvelling at how quickly everything devolved away from the night's original purpose of, well, playing games.

Seokmin’s head was pounding a little, but his mind was clear, having had merely a mug of beer when he'd arrived at Jeonghan's house some hours ago. His own voice rang in his ears as he yelled additional details for the new story Seungkwan was telling. The younger then accidentally slapped Soonyoung across the face with his hands and Seokmin roared with laughter, slumping back against the couch, the floor cold underneath him, Chan’s knee digging into his back.

That was when he looked over at Joshua, sitting there on the floor a little ways opposite him, smiling.

Huh.

Seokmin felt a strange sense of deja vu, reminded of one Game Night many, many months ago, much like the one he was living through right now. The one where he'd first realised the enigma that was their Joshua hyung.

The one that started it all.

“Shua hyung,” Seokmin called out, and almost instantly, Joshua looked up at him, as if he'd attuned himself to the specific sound of Seokmin's voice.

With a smile, the elder beckoned him over, and it took a bit of awkward butt-shuffling on Seokmin's part, but soon he was sitting comfortably next to Joshua, the two of them watching the chaos unfold before them in the living room.

“Hello,” Joshua said, smiling. “How are you?”

The echoing of Joshua's words from long ago made Seokmin chuckle, nudging his shoulder against Joshua's. “You don't sound very drunk, hyung.”

He chuckled. “Well, Jeonghan looks absolutely wasted, and we need at least one sober person to clean the mess after you guys leave.”

“Ah.” Seokmin grinned at Joshua's words, almost an exact copy from that one Game Night long ago. He could feel his face stretching into a smile, big and wide and he just thought it was so cool that they both understood that this was a situation they'd lived through before. That makes sense.”

There was a brief respite in conversation between the two, and Soonyoung’s voice filtered through. He looked like he was trying some sort of interpretive dance in the middle of the room again, and Hansol was lying dead on the floor, again, and Seokmin wanted to laugh at the craziness of how everything was exactly the same as that first Game Night.

He yelled out to them, hands cupped over his mouth that someone was gonna get hurt, adding to the general cacophony.

“You don’t sound like you’re going to help them, though,” Joshua said, teasing and soft all at the same time, once Seokmin took his hands away from his mouth.

Seokmin beamed. “Nope! Why would I?”

That made Joshua laugh, and the room was so noisy, but his laugh was clear, transparent and twinkling in Seokmin's ears.

They sat there comfortably side by side, neither of them saying a word. Joshua sipped water from his wine glass, and Seokmin's eyes couldn't help but flick over to him from time to time, marvelling at just how effortlessly pretty Joshua was at all times.

It had always been obvious, even before Seokmin had realised he was in love with him. Joshua had been someone untouchable, elusive and enigmatic and endlessly pretty. Seokmin had always thought he was pretty, thought he was someone that people would definitely fall in love with.

Like an Aphrodite. Like a Venus.

Huh. Maybe he'd been destined to love Joshua all along.

So as he looked over at Joshua, he took in the soft curl of his lips, the gentle slope of his nose, the fondness in his eyes at he gazed out at the rest of their friend group, before Joshua turned his head to look at him, and that fondness melted, dissolving into something warmer, sweeter.

Oh.

Seokmin had almost forgotten that Joshua loved him too.

“Hey, Seokmin,” Joshua said softly, and suddenly he was all up in Seokmin’s personal space, lips close to his ear so he could hear him properly. Yet again, Seokmin had a strange sense of deja vu at this scenario.

Only, Joshua's next words were different.

Seokmin poked his head above the open skyline window, blinking wide-eyed as Joshua sat down on the roof tiles.

Joshua smiled, eyes sparkling. “It’s too noisy here. Do you wanna join me on the roof?”

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“Hello,” Joshua said, when Seokmin didn’t move and continued to stare over at him. He patted the tiles next to him, beckoning Seokmin to come sit next to him. “What are you doing over there?”

“I’ve never seen your roof before,” Seokmin said, and his tone was so earnest that Joshua smiled at the oddity of it.

“I would’ve been a little concerned if you’ve seen my roof before,” he replied, as Seokmin swung his legs over the window frame, shuffling awkwardly across the roof tiles to where he was sitting.

Seokmin laughed, settling at Joshua’s side, wordlessly reaching over and holding his hand. “I guess so.” He craned his neck upwards, looking up at the sky. It was a peaceful night, and the faint echoes of their friends screaming downstairs were almost nonexistent. “So, this is where you always disappear to?”

Joshua looked down at their intertwined fingers, Seokmin’s thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles over his knuckles. “Most of the time, yeah.”

“Huh.” Seokmin looked up at the cloudy night sky, and then looked over at Joshua, only to find the elder already smiling at him, eyes glowing a gentle silver. He smiled back, lips curling upwards. “It’s so pretty.”

Joshua smiled wider, before ducking his head and looking away.

They sat in comfortable silence for several moments longer, the echoes of their friends screeching at each other sounding distant, like they were aeons away from anyone else. Seokmin watched as the wispy clouds drifted by and slowly, slowly revealed the silver glow of the moon.

He looked over at Joshua again, observed the silvery prettiness of Joshua’s irises before looking back at the moon, smiling.

“Exactly the same,” he murmured to himself.

“Hm?” Joshua turned to him questioningly, but Seokmin just shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it.” He nudged Joshua gently. “Hey, hyung, doesn’t this remind you of the first time that we met? You, know, at that party that Mingyu busted us into and I found you on the roof and—”

“—I cried my eyes out in front of you and gave you my number but didn’t give you my name?” Joshua said, smiling. “Yeah. I remember.”

Seokmin’s eyes crinkled. “You didn’t cry that hard. And you still looked really pretty anyway.”

That made Joshua laugh, the corners of his lips lifting upwards and Seokmin’s heart lifted along with them. Somewhere below them, Chan screamed.

“Well, thank you.” Still smiling, Joshua turned back to look up at the moon. “Wow, that feels so long ago, though. It’s been so many years since we first met.”

“It really has,” Seokmin agreed, squeezing Joshua’s hand gently. “I’m so glad we met again. I’m glad that we managed to become… close.”

Joshua glanced over at him, and their eyes met for the briefest moment, then Joshua chuckled and looked back up at the moon. “I’m glad too,” he said. “You’re a wonderful person, Seokmin. And to have had the privilege of knowing you this well, of being able to spend so much time with you…” He looked over at him again, soft like clouds and silver like the moon. “You’ve become someone who’s really, really important to me.”

Oh… Seokmin bit his lips in a futile attempt to prevent the flush rapidly rising up his cheeks. Goodness, it was impossible not to fall in love with Joshua when he kept saying things like that.

“You’re someone incredibly important to me, too,” Seokmin managed to say through his intense blushing. He grinned, nudging Joshua in the side. “You’re my Aphrodite, aren’t you? The person who’ll treat me gently for all time. And I’m gonna treat my Aphrodite like the most precious person in the entire world.”

Joshua’s smile only widened at that, eyes crinkling into the prettiest crescents, and Seokmin marvelled at how someone’s smile managed to make his heart feel so full.

“Anyways, hyung,” he said, squeezing Joshua’s hand once. “You never finished telling me that story at lunch. The one about your first years and the broken guitars?”

“Oh!” Joshua’s eyes lit up. “Did I not?”

And from there, the conversation flowed endlessly, with them discussing everything and anything out there on the rooftop, hands intertwined, the wind ruffling Joshua’s hair and Seokmin staring at him, mesmerised, being reminded again and again just how much he loved him.

It was just… Joshua’s entire being that did it for Seokmin. The way he was so gentle and loving at all times, and the rooftop was kind of cold but Joshua was always so warm by his side and his heart felt so incredibly full of love for everything that Joshua was and everything he made him feel.

Joshua was always so pretty. Seokmin knew that. But now, the silver light of the moon illuminated one side of his face, and his pretty lips were curled into an endeared smile as he looked at Seokmin like he was the brightest star in the entire universe, recounting a fond memory of the children from a few years ago at his church, and Seokmin didn’t think that Joshua had ever looked more beautiful than right now.

A real Aphrodite, indeed.

“Shua hyung,” Seokmin said, as Joshua took a brief pause in the middle of his tale. Joshua gave a small smile, eyebrows raising slightly in acknowledgement, attentive.

“Hm?”

His gaze was open, expression golden and content, willing to listen to whatever Seokmin had wanted to say, even if it interrupted what he was talking about before. This was the real Joshua, Seokmin thought. The one open with himself, with Seokmin, with all the love he held. The one true Joshua.

Seokmin loved him so, so much.

“I love you,” Seokmin said, and the words fell from his lips before he even realised what was happening, threading through the air between them, pink silk ribbons brushing against his lips and Joshua’s cheeks. “I love you, Shua hyung.”

Joshua paused, eyes widening, and for one, horrible second, Seokmin feared that he was going to be rejected.

Instead, though, Joshua’s face softened and he grinned. “I know.” And then he carried on talking. “And I had to carry her up the stairs to the pulpit, but of course, she’s so small that I also had to lift her so she could see over the top—”

The dread in Seokmin’s stomach turned into bewilderment so fast that he felt a little queasy.

“Wh—You do?”

Joshua ceased talking again, raising an eyebrow in amusement. “I do.”

Seokmin blinked, and gently untangled their hands to sit up properly. Joshua let him, though a small pout formed on his lips before he too sat up straight. Seokmin scratched his head, lost. Everything was… weird. He hadn’t meant to confess, but he certainly hadn’t expected Joshua’s reaction either.

“Are you… are you sure?” he checked. “Cause, uh, Jeonghan hyung said that there was no way you knew.”

Joshua laughed. “Jeonghan underestimates me sometimes. I've spent my whole life observing people. I know how to be observant.” He nudged Seokmin in the side. “Especially if I'm observing you.” Joshua smiled again, and it was that fluffy soft smile that never failed to make Seokmin want to melt into his arms and never do anything else ever again.

“W—When did you figure it out?” Seokmin asked, a little dazed, eyes wide. “Am I really that obvious with my feelings?”

“Kind of,” Joshua said, a little teasingly, and laughed again when Seokmin pouted. “No, it’s just because I’ve been in love with you for years. Since the day we met, in fact,” he added, and his smile widened when Seokmin looked at him in amazement. “And I just… hoped that maybe you could like me too.”

“Oh,” Seokmin breathed, warmth spreading in his chest.

Joshua smiled, all pink silk and white roses and golden skies. “You’re my Sun, Seokmin,” he said. “My light. I see you in everything, and I’m drawn to you wherever you go. But I guess it was only… that night, where you sang for the first time, and you called me an Aphrodite.” His smile turned shy. “That’s when I started to hope you’d like me back.”

“Oh, wow,” Seokmin said, a hushed whisper. “That’s when I realised I loved you too.”

They shared twin smiles at that, giddy, cream clouds and cerulean blue skies.

Joshua leaned forwards, gaze endlessly soft, and gently tucked a stray hair out of Seokmin’s eyes. “Seokmin,” he began, and it sent a warm thrill through him yet again, marvelling at how Joshua managed to say his name so reverently, like something to be cherished. “Can… Can I kiss you?”

Distantly, Seokmin thought he could hear Mingyu getting attacked by their friends downstairs. But he barely registered it, more focused on how Joshua’s face was closer to his than before, eyes an endless brown that he could drown into, lips curling into a smile when Seokmin’s gaze flicked down towards them.

“Of course,” Seokmin whispered, and his eyes fluttered shut in bliss when Joshua smiled, delighted, and closed the distance between them to softly press his lips against his own.

And, oh, it was the most beautiful thing in the world, to be kissed by Joshua. His hands, big and warm and gentle, came up to cup his face, painting blossom pinks across his cheekbone every time his thumb brushed against it. Seokmin all but melted, hands reaching up to cling to his shirt, needing something to hold onto to prevent himself from floating away.

Joshua kissed him so delicately, like he was made of spun glass, gently pulling him impossibly closer like he was something to be cherished, and Seokmin could hear his own pulse singing in his ears as he kissed him back, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as he tilted his head, pressing his mouth more firmly against Joshua’s, smiling in complete and utter joy because goodness, how was it possible that Joshua’s lips were even softer and sweeter than they looked?

Seokmin had nowhere nearly gotten his fill of Joshua’s mouth on his own when a thought occurred to him, pulling away with some reluctance. Joshua hummed in mild discontent, trying to chase his lips again, and Seokmin’s heart almost exploded at how endearing the sound was.

“Mm, wait a minute, hyung,” Seokmin smiled, giggling as Joshua slowly opened his eyes, pouting his kissed-pink lips.

Joshua nudged his nose against Seokmin’s, fond. “What’s wrong, sunshine?”

Seokmin was going to need to have a word with Joshua about dropping pet names out of the blue if he didn’t want Seokmin to combust on the spot.

“You forgot something,” Seokmin said, after taking a few seconds to compose himself. “You didn’t say ‘I love you’ back.”

Joshua paused. He leaned back a little, hands resting on Seokmin’s shoulders. “I called you my Sun, my light, my everything, and you don’t think I love you?” he asked, tilting his head. “You’re the brightest star in my skies, Seokmin.”

“Well, yeah,” Seokmin said, valiantly ignoring his own blush, “But I want you to say the words.” He ducked his head, suddenly shy. “I just… I wanna hear you say you love me.”

That made Joshua laugh, and he nudged his nose against Seokmin’s again, making the younger look up, golden adoration making his next words sparkle against the cool night air.

“Seokmin,” Joshua said softly, and his eyes crinkled into those adoring crescents. “I love you too.”

Seokmin beamed, beamed brighter than a thousand stars and he surged forwards, hands threading through Joshua’s hair as he pulled him close so their lips connected once more. Joshua laughed into his mouth, one hand steadying them on the rooftop tiles, the other holding onto Seokmin’s waist as they kissed under the moonlight.

It was kind of incredible, Seokmin thought, smiling into the kiss when Joshua nipped playfully at his bottom lip. Incredible that he'd managed to find his own Venus. Someone to love greatly, with all his heart. Who loved him greatly back.

Seokmin pulled away slightly, gazing into Joshua's eyes and finding himself speechless at how much love practically glowed within Joshua's irises, before his eyes crinkled and he leaned in to press their lips together again.

It was also incredible how that Venus had ended up being his beloved Shua hyung.

Maybe the Venus really had always meant to love the Sun.

And perhaps the Sun had always been destined to love the Venus too.

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namorslutfanfiction · 1 year

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You and Tenoch get stuck in an elevator together. Make it kind of fun and fluffy please.

TBH this is adorable.

Summary: You've only been Tenoch's personal assistant for a year. You recently got dumped and now you're stuck in an Elevator with him and things are getting cozy.

Turned into a little hurt/comfort with a splash of fluff

You held the doors of the elevator open while Tenoch said his last farewells to the production staff. The interview had gone well but had run over time a little and you were eager to move to the next location. Once Tenoch finally walked into the elevator and the doors closed, you took a long breath. Just one more interview for the day and then you could go home and wallow the way you wanted to. Tenoch glanced at you thoughtfully, looking you up and down but you didn't notice.

You shot off a text to his manager who had gone on ahead to prep the next interview. You were never one to complain about the long hours or busy schedule of the rising international star but today had been dragging. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned up against the back wall of the elevator, letting your head lean back as you closed your eyes.

"If you keep sighing like that a demon will possess you," Tenoch joked, bringing up an old superstition you had heard before. He was standing nearly shoulder to shoulder to you, a habit of his that you had noticed when you first met him. "You've been very quiet recently, y/n."

"Life's been kind of crazy recently, Tenoch," You replied without opening your eyes. You could feel his eyes boring into you but you ignored it. As if on cue the elevator shook and stalled, the light above the floor buttons started to flash. You shared a look with Tenoch as he pushed the emergency button.

"Hello Elevator 4. We have received an alert that the elevator emergency stop was activated. How many patrons are inside?" Came a voice through the speaker.

"There are only two of us, me and my assistant. Did something happen?" Tenoch replied, worry tinging his voice.

"It seems that a failsafe was activated. Our apologies, but it may take awhile to free you. We have to contact the elevator manufacturer to release the failsafe. Just sit tight, you are safe, just stuck," the voice replied calmly before going silent.

"Honestly, fuck today," you groan in frustration before sinking down onto the floor, head in your hands. Your phone was pinging with notifications.

"What's bothering you so much, muchacha?" Tenoch asked with a raised eyebrow. He took off his blazer and hung it on one of the railings before sitting down next to you. Your eyes were still closed so you didn't see the concern in his eyes or how he almost reached out to touch your face but pulled his hand away.

"You are far too calm for this, you know that?" You checked your phone, making sure to send a text to the manager to update her on the situation.

You felt Tenoch lean his arm against yours, "There's nothing I can do but be calm. They said they would be sending help so we just have to wait. I wasn't really in the mood to do that interview anyway."

"Tenoch, this could take hours. The last time I heard about an elevator breakdown, people were stuck for 3 hours," you tried to explain to him the gravity of the situation but he just shrugged his shoulders. He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves. As always the actor looked damn good in a suit but you knew he wasn't the most comfortable in them.

"Well it's good that I'm stuck in here with this chiquita bonita and not my manager then, isn't it?" Tenoch teased you. He was always throwing you compliments ever since he found out how easily they made you blush.

"Oh shut up. I'm really not in the mood to deal with your silliness," you shut him down.

Tenoch wasn't deterred, "Are you going to tell me what's actually bothering you? You've been acting very closed off for the past few days. You didn't even ask me what I wanted for lunch and forgot to get my extra avocado."

You glanced over at the actor trying to ignore the part of you that thought his pouting was cute. You mumbled a reply before turning away.

"What was that?" Tenoch asked, leaning in.

"He dumped me," you answered.

"What? Aye cabrón. He dumped you? After all the things you've done for him, y/n?" Tenoch was angry on your behalf but you could feel the tears starting up behind you eyes.

"Yes, after everything that ass told me that I was doing too much," you looked up at the ceiling trying to hold back your tears.

You felt Tenoch put his arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side, "Aye, mi amiga. Don't cry."

"I'm not crying over that bastard," You replied as you stubbornly rubbed at your eyes, "I deserve better than that asshat."

Tenoch chuckled softly as he rubbed your arm, still holding you close to his side, "That's my girl. He never deserved you. I told you that before, remember?"

You leaned your head onto his shoulder and sighed again, "yes, I remember. I just thought he would wake up and see me, all of me. But he just didn't care."

"I'm going to sound very old right now, but I do know this from experience. Men will tell you what they are like from the beginning. You can't change them only they can change themselves. I'm not proud of some of the things I did in the past, or some of my old relationships. But I didn't change until I chose to. It's not your fault that he couldn't see how amazing you are, y/n." Tenoch said sincerely.

"Thank you," you felt your heart flutter at his kind words. You both sat there like that for awhile, his arm around you and you leaning into him. He continued to rub your arm in a comforting manner.

Tenoch reached over and took your hand that was closest to him. His tanned hand engulfed your smaller hand as he slowly took a ring off your middle finger. You suppress the tingle that emanated from where he touched your skin. He lifted the ring up to his eye level and examined it for a moment, "He gave you this right?"

You sat up and looked at Tenoch as he fingered the ring thoughtfully, "Yes. I just got so used to wearing it I didn't think about taking it off. It feels weird not having a ring there."

You looked down at your hand, flexing your fingers. You had worn that promise ring religiously for almost two years. Seeing your bare finger reminded you that the man you loved didn't love you anymore. Before you could start tearing up you heard the noise of metal hitting metal and the tinkle of the ring hitting the floor and rolling to a stop. Tenoch had thrown your ring across the elevator like it was a piece of trash. Caught off guard you stared at where the ring landed, debating whether you wanted to pick it up again or not.

Then you felt his fingers under your chin, gently nudging you to look back to him. Tenoch looked you in the eye as he moved his thumb to wipe away the tear that had escaped from the corner of your eye. "You just said you weren't going to cry over him."

You could only nod, feeling like you couldn't move while under his intense gaze. Tenoch pulled you back into his side, hugging you closer. So close you were nearly across his lap. Your tears ceased completely as a blush rose up your neck to your cheeks. You felt his lips graze your temple in a chaste kiss, making your heart skip a beat. Tenoch had always been affectionate with you but this felt different.

"Does it really bother you that your finger is empty of that ring?" Tenoch asked softly. His mouth was practically kissing your outer ear, you were so close to him.

You stuttered your response, "I-I just have to get used to the feeling."

A hum of acknowledgement from the actor preceded him moving his hands around you and pulling off the pinky ring he had on. His hands found your own again and you watched as he nimbly slipped his ring onto your middle finger.

Realizing what he was doing you tried to swat his hands away, "Tenoch, I can't! That's yours."

"Aye que bonita," Tenoch said looking down at the plain gold band around your finger.

"Tenoch, you really don't have to give this to me," you tried to pull your hand away from his but he just laughed.

"I'm not giving it to you," he said bluntly, a smile still on his face as he looked into your eyes.

"Then what are you doing?" You asked, completely confused, forgetting to continue to struggle and instead sitting still next to him.

"I'm loaning it to you. Until you can replace it with a ring from a better man or until I decide to get you your own," he was smiling as he brought your hand up so you both could look at the ring between you.

You paused than smacked his shoulder, "You're such a fucking tease. No wonder you have two baby mamas."

Tenoch caught your hand as you went to smack him for a second time. His laughter burst out and so did yours as you both wrestled for a moment. Finally, regaining control of your own limbs, you sat back against the wall and so did Tenoch. Still close enough that your sides were flush against each other.

"How long has it been?" You asked

You felt Tenoch next to you look at his watch, "Half an hour."

You let out a defeated but amused chuckle, "Fuck me."

"Don't tempt me," Tenoch replied without skipping a beat.

"Such a way with words," you mocked him good naturedly, not minding the impropriety.

It was Tenoch's turn to lean his head on your shoulder, "Aye, y/n, you really don't see me as a man do you?"

"I just got dumped, Tenoch, let a girl wallow before she swallows another dick," you chastised him.

"Now whose the one teasing?" Tenoch nudged you, chuckling to himself. You both sank into a comfortable silence, deep in thought.

"Thank you, Tenoch. For being nice to me even though I let my break up affect my work," you broke the silence, taking his hand.

He squeezed your hand back before looking over at you, "it's life hermosa. Just don't forget my extra avocado next time."

Two hours passed and Tenoch sighed into your hair, pulling you practically on top of him. He had always been the touchy-feely type but there was something about this that felt more intimate. After the break up almost a week ago, you were ashamed to admit that being held so close was something you missed and welcomed.

"You smell good," he mumbled into your hair. A blush was once again invading your face as you felt his firm chest and the cording of his toned arms around you.

"I would hope so, this is that perfume you got me for my birthday," You let yourself sink into his embrace, taking comfort while you still could. It didn't escape you that the more time that passed the closer you were getting to being rescued. Which meant that these intimate moments with Tenoch would soon turn into memories. Your infatuation for him had been hidden the whole time you worked for him. Complete professionalism was your specialty, but it was waning.

"It smells better on you than it did in the store," Tenoch mumbled again as he took another breath in your hair.

You pulled away slightly, "Wait, you actually went to the store yourself to buy my birthday present?"

"Of course I did," Tenoch replied

"I thought you would have just asked your manager to buy it or sent an errand runner," You said as you sat more solidly on the ground.

"Now that would have been insincere. Plus, I had heard you talking about that lotion you loved that was discontinued so I looked up similar scents. This was the best one so I bought it," Tenoch said nonchalantly.

"You're amazing," you blurted out. The blush that had been developing, fully engulfed your face.

He smiled widely and leaned closer to you, "And you're beautiful."

You smacked him again but he caught your wrist and pulled you into him. There was a shift in the air as he leaned his head closer, so close you could see his eye lashes. His eyes flicked between meeting yours and looking at your lips. The breath left your lungs as your heart thrashed in anticipation.

When he spoke his lips grazed the air between you, "Buying your gift personally is what you deserved. Don't ever forget that a man should spoil you and remember the things you like. A real man would never dump a woman who does those same things for him. Whether it's getting him the new shoes he wanted or making sure he gets extra avocado. You deserve love like that."

His pupils were dilated so wide his eyes were almost black and you were losing yourself in them. All you had to do was lean in, a centimeter maybe and you would be able to taste him.

BAM BAM BAM

You leapt apart as the elevator began moving and the emergency light came back on.

"Stay seated until the elevator comes to a stop. The doors will open momentarily and the fire department will want to check you both out. We appreciate your patience and understanding," The voice from the intercom informed you.

The moment was broken and Tenoch sat up and started rolling his sleeves down again. As he put his blazer back on the elevator stopped and the doors slowly opened. Tenoch got up first and turned to help you up. When you took his hand you glanced into his eyes again and saw that they had returned to normal. He gave you a soft smile as he dropped your hand and stepped out of the elevator where his manager was ready to fuss over him.

You stared at his back as you stepped off the elevator and were led to the side to be checked out by the fire department. You received a text shortly after that Tenoch was already heading back to his hotel with the manager and that a car was waiting for you outside.

You sighed as you walked out on your own and found the town car that was waiting for you. As you sat in the back seat you looked down at the ring on your middle finger and smiled softly to yourself.

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not sure if that's fluffy enough but i think it was cute.

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sunghanne · 9 months

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STAR RACER － ENHYPEN GREASE AU SERIES | PART 4 🚦

racer!enhypen & flaggirl!reader

PARTS: PROLOGUE, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 5, coming soon...

TITLE: ST★R-RACER : PART 4. THE RUMBLE.

feat. ENHYPEN, TXT, STRAY KIDS?!

PLOT: in a small town during the 1950s, seems the only thing keeping careless teenagers entertained are drag races where only the elite participate. and those elite are known as star racers.

WARNINGS: ooc idols, sexual innuendos, light sexual content, strong language, violence, mild slutshaming, illegal acts, cat calling, sleezy teenagers, tba...

TAGLIST: @lalalalawon , @strvlveera , @kjrcrz comment your @/user to be added!

WORD-COUNT: 10.0k

NOTE: im so sorry this part took so long to write. i burn out easily and ideas were not filling my head. this is my first big series so it is a bit difficult to amount to the number of words each chapter has. but thank you for waiting and i hope you enjoy this long special! i apologise for any typos, its hard to proof read at the moment. likes, reposts and comments are all heavily appreciated, thank you.

your attention has placed the road ahead of you, memorising the familiar landscape as the one you drove past in the evening with yeonjun. from the asphalt road to the street lamps and to the traffic lights, everything was much brighter and clearer this time around. likely due to your vision not being clouded by the raven night sky, or perhaps the regret and guilt tainting your perception of your surroundings that unforgettable night.

"well, i'm not worried. he can have a cow, won't change the fact his turf's in a rut too," you calmly replied while adjusting the collar of your white short-sleeved blouse. a light grin on jake's face humoured your determined attitude, bright eyes laying on your reflection from the rearview mirror.

"you kill me sometimes," your male counterpart complimented before refocusing his attention on the next corner he swerved past. you beamed at his sweet comment, gulping your real intentions down your dry throat. in reality, you were worried. about yeonjun, about going to an unfamiliar school, about heeseung.

definition:'kill'. > to impress.

to even consider the plan of attempting to pact with the clique from the other side of the town meant you were desperate. you yearned to snatch jake's steering wheel and go back the way you came from because an uneasy bundle in your stomach untangled and started to reach every vessel in your body. you thought the pressure of the rumble would ease overnight but instead, it got worse.

someone could end up in the hospital, even inadequately considering the possibility of ending up outnumbered due to the uncertain chance of recruiting yeonjun's crew. so even though you hated it, you had to get the boy on your side, for your friends' sake.

last night's image of riki's untamed berating and thrashing out of sunghoon and jake's grasp was hard to shake off he had never gotten so worked up about another person before. you didn't want to see him in that state again.

the number of stores on the street gradually decreased, replaced by dense trees and bramble bushes, a sign you were nearing the school. "what a load of nerds," jake poked fun at herds of students clad in blazers, jerseys, plaid patterned pants and skirts and the tall rhubarb brick building fenced by tall black metal fencing. it was like some impenetrable fortress with a long moat surrounding it, except it wasn't. it was simply unlike your school. your school was the complete opposite with nothing more but a twisty metal fence surrounding it. students would occasionally hop over the fences just to go get better lunch food or skip unwanted classes, you included.

your eyebrows gradually lifted at the realisation that you hadn't even tackled the first crisis yet, the overbearing fence, "crap," your curse placed under your breath while jake steered into the disbursed car park and came to a gentle halt, not eager to bring unsolicited attention to your arrival. he made sure to park behind a wide tree that's long branches with lax leaves that almost reached the roots on his head.

he quietly wolf-whistled at the amusing sight, taking in the complication you already situated yourself with. you reluctantly revolved your head towards the male beside you in slow motion to find his gaze. and with a suspecting smirk on his face, he inquired you about his nifty scheme.

his hurried hands grasped his elbows as he held his folded forearms in front of him, crouching in an uncomfortable position with knees pressed into the hard pavement.

the corners of your mouth spread outwards as your molars clamped down on one another, too focused on aiming the sole of your shoe on jake's makeshift stepping stool to notice the strain on your jaw.

he huffed out upon your weight's arrival, his arms wavering for a split second before he jolted the platform made with his arms up into the air. you took the sudden elevation as a chance to hold on to the cold metal railings of the fence, concentrating as your wide skirt bunched in the air. with a rigid rattle, you regulated your balance as jake's arms steadied you on top of him.

a gasp of relief vacated your chest as your clenched jaw could relax as your successful stepping stool plan worked. "s'nice view," jake's crude comment blasted below your lengthy skirt and your wide eyes bolted to the male whose head was tilted upwards for anything but the sky. there was only one place his eyes landed upon.

"cut the gas, sim!" you screeched loudly and intentionally kicked the white tip of your sneaker in the male's susceptible nose. he yelped out in pain, eyes squeezing shut while his arms awfully loosened. a mean laugh left your lips in satisfaction while taking the distorted balance as an opportunity to release your foot off of his platform and onto the top of the horizontal railing slab. then, you applied all your weight on the singular foot and extended the rest of your body upwards and over the fence. yet, your landing wasn't as straightforward as the journey over it and you ended up with one of your knees shoved into the damp grass of the school campus.

your partner in crime was rubbing his throbbing red nose after your hostile jab at it, despite him knowingly deserving it. one of his brown eyes opened to peek at your safe drop on the other side of the fence, "sorry. 45 minutes, y/n. js'call out for me if you need," he called out while the hem of your skirt returned around your knees after the velocity of the drop concluded. you were hunched over, a hand dusting your dirt-stamped kneecap that had follicles of grass glued to it.

"i know. don't think i'll need the help of a little boy who can't keep his eyes out of the gutter," you mocked his ogling and spun on your heel away from the car park and the familiar individual with it. jake, the boy who couldn't stand being crowded by girls, confidently announcing the esteem of seeing up your skirt was a bold move. little does he know the minor injury to his nose would be met tenfold by the time you bust out of this unfamiliar school.

45 minutes. all the time you had at your disposal. 45 minutes was the duration of lunch and you needed to be in and out of yeonjun's school as quickly as you could. of course, some constraints were weighing you down other than the time frame. and that was yeonjun's compliance.

it was safe to assume the male you threw a drink at two weeks ago would most likely refuse your proposition. neither did you know the layout of the school and whether the teachers on guard would kick you out upon your arrival. so you had to be equally alert.

you strode forward towards the towering building with the large cross logo built in the middle, a slight increase in heartbeat by the countless pairs of eyes locked onto your unknown self. you could only pray that no tattle tail would report on the girl who just leapt over the fences, breaking precisely why they were implemented. it was lunchtime at this school as well and cliques separated from one another sitting on the field or at lunch tables made you realise just how difficult carrying out this secretive mission of yours would be.

by secretive, only you and jake knew of it. hence the reason he was chauffeuring you to the other side of town and missing out on whatever lunch menu was on at your cafeteria. quite the feat, you thought.

after passing a few outdoor pillars by the side of the main building, you found the lunch block that remained outdoors. girls with rolled-up plaid skirts sat on the collection of bleachers by the soccer pitch in the distance to your right side, indulging in minuscule amounts of cafeteria lunches and the meals running across the soccer field. a mixed handful of preps sat along benches and or on the concrete-covered floors under the shade of the freshly painted veranda to your left. yet, from both ears you could hear the endless pour of gossip about your appearance surface. "that's the chick that went home with choi a couple'a nights back."

your focus on the defaming vocal of opinions suddenly terminated when a large, warm hand on your shoulder cuffed itself around you. your shaken eyes found themselves settled on a face you could put to a name. soobin. "aren't you lost, choi?" his deep voice questioned and a small curl of his lip caught your attention, face inches apart from yours. the hunch in his back signalled he was leaning over your head to meet your eyes from behind. you were speechless, not expecting a target to reveal themselves so easily.

the tall male raised an eyebrow in curiosity at your brief quiet demeanour, standing upright. only at that moment did you realise how much the male towered over you and it caused you to blink profusely out of intimidation. he wore a grey blazer with his school's emblem on it in contrast to the heavy dark jacket he was wearing at the race tracks. you licked your dry pink lips and swiped his hand off your shoulder discretely, "reason you callin' me choi?" you questioned lowly while he towed his hand to his side, shaking it off like it were wet.

"well, you are yeonjun's missus. ain'tcha?" he chirped while his lips protruded outwards and his cheeks huffed meanwhile. your eyebrows dipped low and a side of your lips lifted in a sneer like you'd stepped in rubbish. to even think of the said male as a spouse sounded like a nightmare. yeonjun must have been spreading misinformation around his turf, and a side task was unexpectedly placed upon you.

to prove him wrong.

"that's not true. i think i'd much rather be called my name," you seethed tediously with squinted eyes directly align with the male. he cocked his head to the side in wonder, trying to piece together whether you were joking or not.

"it's not? he was tellin' people you're round heels," he began to chuckle lightly and your hands balled tightly into fists. your yeonjun accusation stood correct. a flare of embarrassment sparked on your face in a blaze at such wording used on you. you groaned in irritation at such cunning stirs and trudged forward, bumping into soobin deliberately to tilt him backwards.

definition:'round heels'. > an easy girl, heels rounded for easy tipping onto a bed.

he staggered for a brief moment before regaining his balance and following behind your careless actions, half amused and half confused. "oh, choi is dead meat," you grumbled while stomping your feet into the lavish grass and heading towards the veranda. meeting numerous gazes of students who sat underneath it, you pondered why they were so judgemental. at first, you thought it was because of yeonjun's rumours, but when your head craned behind, you realised it was because of soobin trailing inches apart from you. it was so unsettling the shift in appearances of the boy who was once chasing after you and sunghoon on a friday night.

soobin was a renowned racer and the students either loved him or hated him, no in between. it wasn't hard to miss the only individual sporting black leather threads and tight blue denim amongst a crowd that didn't. it made you wonder how he even got into such a school in the first place. maybe his parents were filthy rich and threw him into such a populace with the intent to 'right his wrongs'. then they probably explained to the headmaster that 'he's just a boy, he doesn't know any better' when he set the science lab on fire, or something.

nonetheless, his reoccurrence made a palm slap against your face in annoyance, dragging your hand down in disarray, "if you're here to court me, hit the road," you complained while turning around for a brief moment and he shone a crooked smile at your notice of his presence.

"why, but you're a firecracker to tease," he jabbed while quickening the pace of his long legs and catching up to you, now side by side. your angry hands pressed onto the male's chest, trying to shove him away only for the male to lean all of his weight atop of you. the heavy force had your steps reversing and reluctantly, you backed against a hard brick wall. you grit your teeth anxiously, eyes glaring into his as the top of his head was against the vacant wall space above yours. "settle, doll face. if you wanted to get your hands on me so bad y'could've just asked."

his shower of flirts repulsed you and your head turned away at such compact contact, hands still driven against his chest as his torso didn't budge even when you started to hook your nails into it.

by the intimate distance, his cologne almost suffocated you, whisked with the scent of tobacco. his bold actions made your head spin and worst of all, everyone's eyes were on you. your hot face combusted with his warm breath, like waving a fan in front of flames.

"get off of me, rag!" you argued with an increase of pressure you placed on him. the corner of his lips cocked upwards and you eventually broke through his overbearing cave. you staggered forward drunkenly, feet pivoting away from the male as he toppled backwards for a split second. you briskly padded away, slapping two of your palms over your soiled burning cheeks.

"he was lyin', clearly," soobin chuckled breathlessly while resuming his follow on your whereabouts. honestly, if he pulled that trick on any other girl you were certain he'd be rejected just the same.

"lay off. if you're not going to help me find choi then you can waste someone elses," you retaliated and pressed the crease out of your white skirt. you hated that his cologne was now rubbed off of you and the scent didn't leave even after you shook out every article of your clothing like you were dusting them off.

"whats the occasion?" he questioned and licked his lips out of habit, loud footsteps echoing yours and acting all innocent like he wasn't pulling that stunt a minute ago, "i can."

"get on with it," you ordered through an eye-roll and endured the painful trip towards yeonjun's whereabouts. the sunlight appeared and disappeared on soobin's face as pillars blocked fragments of light each time you passed one, "i'll tell you when we find the guy."

"if it's another necking, i'd be more than happy to offer my services," he teased and swayed his body closer to yours, almost causing you to crash right into him. you cursed under your breath and pushed the boy away aggressively. you were starting to reconsider whether the problem with your plan was soobin's irritating antics or yeonjun.

definition:'necking'. > make out.

"another? we never did. in fact, he hadn't even laid a hand on me before he was pullin' out," you lied thickly but you didn't care. if it were an opportunity to humiliate the male, you didn't need to be asked twice. soobin's head was thrown back as a chain of laughs sprouted out of him at the correction.

"no snow job," the male teased while shaking his head after his high of laughter disbursed. the edge of the concrete veranda was nearing and soobin took the initiative to pass a corner, leading you towards an area that was much more secluded with taller brick walls. you were a little proud of your fake tales, even more at the reaction of the other male who didn't doubt it one bit. to be honest, you were over the whole situation. the bad date, the manipulative language used on you and the oil spill on heeseung.

well, partly over that last part. but with other concerns shadowing it, it was forced to the back of your cluttered mind. similar to the oversized blazer thrown around your sides and forced over your arms a moment ago. your arms weighed heavily at the large article of clothing and you cluelessly stared at soobin as he held your shoulders gently, only the tips of his fingers against you.

"lid on," he shushed you carefully and lead you in the correct direction, his head only focused on the individual walking past. an old lady, likely in her late 50s, wore sleek red glasses pressed to her face and a tight, knee-length pencil skirt that made her strut look funny. a teacher, a very intimidating looking one at that. she had a returning stern gaze over soobin and her wrinkly lipstick-chapped lips pursed in dismay. your shoulders were hunched like a box, from the tension in the air, or perhaps the heavy jacket over the top of you.

you weren't looking at the teacher, but when her echoing footsteps lowered in volume, you let out a sigh of relief from your chest, shoulders relaxing. the male took his hands off the top of your shoulder blades and left his warm blazer around you, only looking down at you with his dark irises.

"what was that for?" you questioned with a low whisper as if the teacher had super hearing and would've heard you if your voice was amplified another decimal. while adjusting his lengthy grey blazer around you comfortably, soobin shone a quick grin and rubbed an index finger along his smooth philtrum.

"disguise. that broad is the principal. if you weren't in uniform she'dve rocked you," he answered while playing with the hem of the white t-shirt he now resided in. your head tilted at his quick wits and perhaps you'd taken him lesser than he first ought to be.

"well, gentleman," you chirped and the boy licked his lips at the nickname, eyes shaped like crescents merrily. the walk resumed without anymore hindrance, only small talk between you and the tall boy who happened to let down his guard. finally, you came in contact with two large wooden doors at the end of the hallway. you bit on your lip, head checking up to soobin's for a split moment for confirmation. and by the light nod of his head, you padded forward and pushed the pair of doors open with two spread arms.

bright white headlights flashed in the dark ambience and heeseung's hand propped in front of his eyes to shield them from the blinding clash. he was sitting on the alleyway ground, forearms draped over his knees and his fond jacket across his spacious lap.

the bright light illuminated the entire alleyway and heeseung could see from his peripherals just how easily his position was given away by the brick walls of the alleyway lighted. alerted, he peeked through the gaps of his long fingers and cursed out at the reckless decision the other boy made to keep the headlights of his ride turned on. although, that angered fire in him snuffed out when his gaze landed on the longing face of his friend, jay.

the appearance of the younger boy was like a flashback to heeseung. it had been so long with zero contact with one another, it could've easily been another one of his daydreams. but, jay heeded to his call like the loyal service he was.

heeseung stood up straight as the engine of the car halted and the light vibration of the vehicle froze, headlights clicking off like a tv pulled at the plug. he dusted himself off, carefully padding towards the suspecting vehicle and walking along the exterior to the passenger's seat, taking light steps on the coarse rubble foundation.

the silence in the air grew as he opened the passenger seat and inclined his slim frame inside, settling on the vacant seat. no words were exchanged between him and the other male, only the turn of jay's head and the tilt of his sunglasses while he scanned heeseung's appearance like some judge.

"jay," heeseung greeted, nodding his head and keeping a straight face with a raspy voice. the male in question tilted his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, a smug grin on his face.

"heeseung," he responded cooly, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as if it were a normal interaction between the two. nonchalant before the aggressive tug on his shoulders yanked him forward into heeseung's warm embrace. jay's sunglasses tilted crookedly as his face smashed against heeseung's ear, returning the tight hug tenderly.

"you idiot! what's this get up? forgettin' your honorifics and wearin' sunglasses in the middle of the night?" a long, gleeful laugh left heeseung's throat. he hadn't laughed like this in ages. the strong hug came to an end as heeseung disengaged and scanned jay's awfully misplaced glasses. jay bit back a hearty smile, pleased his little gag with sunglasses made the other laugh. he ran his long fingers through his black locks and whisked his head back as though he were in a photo shoot.

"well, y'know. work," he replied, still piling onto the joke. heeseung shook his head, sweaty bangs glued to his forehead after his eventful night of running from the fuzz. jay flicked his sunglasses above his hairline, not being able to see anything in the dark with them on anyway. now able to see clearly, he didn't miss the mass amounts of cash splayed all over heeseung's dirty coveralls, "dude?"

heeseung's orbs traced jay's gaze and peered down at his own body, realising the male was flabbergasted at more than just his arrival. he bit back a proud grin and dug a dirty hand into his side pockets only to return with a handful of papers between his clutches, "dude," he replied and jay's raised eyebrows lowered to a normal slate, realising heeseung's act was true.

"the fuck did i miss?" his counterpart questioned as me of his palms pressed against his sweaty forehead, colliding with his tilted sunglasses unintentionally.

the older male returned the cash to it's rightful place in his pocket and kept that same smile splayed across his cheeks, "robbed this old man's register when he wasn't lookin'. don't worry, i kicked the bucket right after," his remark held no remorse for his criminal act and instead acted as if he were bragging.

a half scoff half laugh left jay's lips and he looked off the to side like heeseung had spoken a terrible joke, "y'crazy, hyung," he remarked whilst a hand kept itself on his leather steering wheel. the elder began to undo the upper clasped buttons of his coveralls and slid the thick navy material off his shoulders, typing the sleeves across his waist in a bulbous knot. he returned his beloved race jacket around him and leaned forward with a finger playing with the sweaty black strands of his hair whilst scanning himself in the rear view mirror.

jay was watching silently, amused by the sudden interest of appearances, "gonna need more than a pampering, y'stinkin' up my chariot. who y'trying to impress anyway?" he questioned next.

"...nobody in particular, park," heeseung cheesed with a flashy reply, adding the finishing touches to his hair and sitting back in his car seat with a satisfied nod.

"not fallin' for that snow job," the other retorted whilst continuing to view heeseung's conflicting mannerisms, "'ts y/n, ain't it?"

there was a cascade of silence that laid the car, only the sound of cars driving meters from the alleyway entrance roaring past. until jay opened his mouth once more, "she'd been down in the dumps since you left," his dark eyes faced forward, tracing the terracotta brick wall heeseung once leaned upon previously, "everybody. jungwon, sunoo, hoon, jake, riki 'nd y/n. we all been bugged. just constant losses-i mean did you know that kid sunoo dropped outta school 'cause he lost a bet on your last race?"

jay's calm tangent caused heeseung's eyebrows to raise slightly. he knew there would be consequences to his careless disappearance, but nothing of this calibre. heeseung wasn't a dickhead like the other greasers you'd categorise him with. he was the eldest of the clique and brought a sense of meaning to that label with reason. and, he definitely knew when he should be held accountable for up and leaving as though that selected group meant nothing to him but a mere memory.

jay's vent furthered, "guess that saying that goes 'you never know what y'got 'til its gone' is true," his vision returned to his eldest and the black haired disheveled individual had his brows real upturned this time, mouth parted slightly in surprise at the sincerity of his pride smitten companion. the boy in question was flustered at the non-responsive behaviour of heeseung and cleared his throat while looking off to the side.

lee simply shook his head, placing a hand on the awkward male and nodded in acknowledgment, "yeah, man. guess i got a few apologies to make," he answered whilst lifting a palm off his friend and instead returning them to his jacket to fully zip it up as the cold night breeze bristled the hairs on his head.

jay tilted his head slightly forward in response, taking the cold wind as a sign that solidified that heeseung wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. now, there was only the future to look forward to-and a group of assholes to prove himself to. the car engine started once more and the automobile began to reverse from the dark alleyway.

a cold curious hand dug into the front pockets of his jacket, only to brush past a crisp wad of paper. heeseung brimmed with confusion for a brief moment as he lifted the paper out of his pocket and held it in front of his eyes. with a squint, he realised it was a collection of numbers written with pencil. heeseung's eyes narrowed further in suspicion, only one person had access to his clothing and he drew a straight line to the culprit.

"y'good?" jay asked to break the sudden silence and the other male immediately crumpled the paper between his fingers and flicked it behind him.

"yeah, keeno," lee nonchalantly responded while jay had fully backed out of the dim alleyway, only now waiting for several cars to pass so he had a clear entrance.

"i got a plan to get you outta juvi," the other appeased with an anticipating grin on his face. the loud screech of tires burned against the asphalt ground as jay forced himself to break a brigade of cars, earning a few ear-piercing honks from other drivers.

heeseung's head was turned towards the rear end of the car, an astonished smile on his face, "surprised y'haven't lost your license yet. shoot," he encouraged the other's question.

jay clicked his tongue at hee's snarky comment and drove towards the direction of a gas station that's bright neon sign was spotted miles away, "dyeing ya 'do," the dark haired male explained while his eyes flicked towards heeseung's raven locks.

the male in question reluctantly lifted a hand to palm the side of his hair, lips pursing in uncertainty, "fracture me, will you? there ain't no way in hell you're touching my hair," heeseung refused almost immediately.

definition:' fracture'. > amuse me.

"'ts either you sportin' a new color, or spending the rest'a senior year with the fuzz," jay reasoned while shaking his head in disapproval. personally, he thought his plan was well thought out and a good cover for his criminal of a friend.

"ain't that a bite, park. think they got ciggies in jail?" the other sighed out while repositioning himself in jay's vehicle, long legs outspread lazily whilst his torso pushed upwards so his head could stay upright.

"get with it, hyung! y'know how hard it's boutta be when you return to school with a felon on y'head?" jay continued while heeseung closed his eyes stubbornly.

"you watch too many damn flicks," he laughed out while jay hadn't changed direction towards the servo at all. it'd take a lot of convincing for heeseung to agree, but jay just couldn't let go of his marvellous idea. and yes, he'd suppose he watched too many movies.

right in front of you were none other but the pack of greasers leaning on bleachers with their thumbs flipped over of their pockets while their other four digits tucked into their skinny jeans. one individual, in particular with their back turned from you had a long hand pressed on the wall that a shorter girl leaned against. the familiar curls of his brunette hair were hard to discard from your memory, so much so that you hesitated to step any closer.

if it weren't for taehyun's quick tap of yeonjun's shoulder, the male would've never turned his head to notice your presence. at first, his foxy eyes were pried in surprise before they relaxed and a cocky smirk replaced his ajar mouth, "i knew you'd be back for more, cherry," he cooed and unhooked his hand from the wall pressed beside his female companion and stood up straight, smug look unwavering.

soobin left your side and travelled up the bleachers to meet his clique, long legs used to skip past two bleachers at a time. he exchanged a hand shake with yeonjun briefly, tugging in the male and dabbing his shoulder before pulling away and settling on the cold spot beside beomgyu. now, only you resided alone as a group of five looked down at you like a feeble insect.

"back for more? more of what?" you spat with raised eyebrows, almost holding back a fake laugh at his outpour if confidence like the night between you two had gone well.

"why, don't act coy. i know you miss me," yeonjun tutted while digging his hands into his pockets, shoulders relaxing as your expression crumbled in agony.

"oh get bent, choi. i'm not here to relive the terrors of friday night," you answered in determination, hands fisting the heavy blazer over your shoulder's you'd almost forgotten soobin left on you. the four other men murmured between each other, one of them patting yeonjun on the shoulder and causing him to stumble forwards slightly.

his calloused hand brushed off the previous spot the hand had touched him and he glared towards the boy in annoyance, "well then, clue me," yeonjun responded while his legs began to extend forward and step down each bleacher seat with a hop in his steps.

you inhaled sharply, watching as yeonjun proceeded to step unwarrantedly close to you with the tip of his shoes nearly budding into yours, "your turf's being threatened by those... stray animals from the next town over, y'know those ones?" you answered with a hesitation as you described the male group in question. yeonjun's lips pouted, an eyebrow crossing in confusion from your unreliable outpour.

"name 'em. i don't know who they are," he demanded while turning his head left so his ear protruded towards you closest. your teeth grit in irritation at his actions potentially mocking you and the sliver of power your position gave away. a girl, left alone in a school full of random people, in front of her sworn enemy.

"felix, hyunjin, chan, those lookers," your eyes decimated off to the side as you recalled a few of their aliases. the boy in front of you rubbed his chin in thought, still missing a few details.

"yeah, them freamers," yeonjun parroted before throwing his head back to repeat the message to his lackeys up on the bleachers. a couple of their faces screwed, a little complacent with their cooperation. you bit down on the insides of your mouth, kneading the soft flesh as a way to pass time as no straight answer was given from the other party.

"listen, uh, we lost star racer to them and since riki struck at them first, they wanna rumble with us," your anecdote retained uncertainty yet you wanted to persevere confidently.

two front teeth bit down on the right side of the boy's bottom lip, biting back an unconvinced smile, "that ankle-biter ought to have at it. well, what exactly would we get out of it?" yeonjun asked with a deliberate whining tone towards the end of his sentence.

"you kiddin'? we're stuck in the mud for your turf and you want something out of it?" you scoffed with narrowed eyes.

"do you's really need us?" his hands outstretched in front of him as his shoulders shrugged, faking unconvinced, "sounds like we should just let em' bash ya' and clean up the mess after."

your eyebrows creased for a split second, eyes strictly trained on your counterpart's imposing face, "your turf won't be lost, you get a good swing on those douchebags and..." your volume lowered while thinking of your next proposition. until yeonjun finished your suggestions for you.

"—how 'bout a proper date. a good one that might end with something else gettin' damp, i'd rather," his condescending voice stifled a laugh at his dirty innuendo. the pack on the bleachers seemed to mirror his reaction, yet they were encouraging.

"another fake out?" your face screwed while weighing the odds. did you really need these guys as backup? the chances of succeeding did increase if they were to defend their own turf. for pete's sake, was defending their own side of the town mean nothing if they didn't get a piece of you out of it? you knew bets never ended well, you knew very well.

but there was an undiscovered surge of eagerness that anticipated you.

yeonjun's head lifted and lowered slowly, nodding for you to continue. your tart fingers bore creases in the oversized jacket slung over your shoulders as you finally responded, "no. see, i don't usually settle for sloppy seconds," you replied while your eyes peered behind his broad shoulder. specifically at the girl leaning against the brick wall with her arms crossed, burning holes into your frame by her stare.

the male whipped his around for a split second before turning back to you with a hand plastered on the back of his warm neck, "that broad's jus'ta rebound. we get comfy, don't we?" he attempted to convince yet this time with a softer voice, most likely lowered so the men behind him couldn't hear his pompous attempt to sway you.

"i am anything but comfy 'round you. y'know, its fine. we should just back outta this rumble and allow them to take your turf. you've already won, haven't you?" your eyes scaled upwards to the ceiling, checking off an imaginary list in your head, "you've got heeseung's car, you've got star racer, you've got my friends leaving one after another," an uninterested frown grew on your face as your hands outspread outwards in pretend surrender, "i don't see why we should hold onto our pride if someone's already fucked us over, really."

yeonjun's eyebrows raised while he listened to your lost hope, quite unsure of how to appear. his eyes travelled from your long skirt, to your tucked in blouse and even to the stilled palms on display, "so you finally wanna admit we're better than you's?"

"sure, choi," you replied unenthusiastically.

he swiped his tongue on his bottom lip in thought, knowing there were only two ways your encounter could go, "you pushin' the right buttons if thats your goal. but, what do y'mean your goons are leaving one after another?"

his question brought your eyebrows to skyrocket that he was even concerned with the status of your group. one of your palms pressed against your wrist, rubbing it uncomfortably as if there were a stain lingering against it, "...yea. heeseung's gone, jay's on a vacay, sunoo's dropped out. i know you don't care but i guess that's why we need your clique," your voice softened as you opened up to the boy for the first time.

yeonjun's head rotated around to face his group to view if they heard the same thing and there was a sinister smile plastered to his face as he faced you once again, "was wonderin' why i hadn't heard of lee in a while. i'd say too bad, but if that greaser was here you wouldn't be pleadin' to me."

the boy's apparition earned a tilt of your head, slightly confused by his wording, "you lay off. i wasn't pleading, just playing messenger," you argued back. suddenly you remembered the time frame you should have cohered to and flicked down to the boy's cuff of his jacket to see if he was wearing a watch, "what's the time?"

choi blinked a number of times before he brought his hand to run through his hair while bringing his wrist into view. he flicked his sleeve's cuff back while squinting his eyes, actually confining to your request without a fuss for the first time, "it's 1:20, dolly."

you mentally cursed while your feet paced back and forth for a second, only 10 minutes left of lunchtime and to be back at your side of town. there wasn't anymore time to talk so you grasped onto the oversized jacket around your shoulders before quickly spurting out, "it's tonight, same time and place as the races. if you don't show up, tell soobin to kiss his sweet jacket goodbye!" you skimmed through the details with a gleeful laugh leaving your lips.

ignoring the calls and requests behind you, you pivoted back towards the gymnasium doors and hurriedly shoved them apart to make way for your triumphant exit.

you had a clue that yeonjun's clique wouldn't back out of such a contest, especially after you had practically kissed their asses for participation. but regardless of how it occurred,

'snob high' was officially on your side.

the ruptured footsteps of heeseung's converses padded against the white floor of the gas station while his dark eyes analysed the shelving surrounding him. jay was leading him through the limited beauty section of the store, an anticipating smirk of mischief coating one side of his face to the other.

"tellin' ya, give it a chance," jay persuaded whilst one of his hands extended forward to pick up a box of hair dye, an extremely vibrant blue. the eldest boy's eyebrows furrowed, one side of his face hit by the cold toned lighting of the shop. his calloused hands dug into the blue coverall bottom pockets he retained in that's sleeves were still tied around his waist.

"freakin' blue? you tickle me, ha-ha-ha..." the pompous fake laughs excavated heeseung's lips like a robot, not swayed at all.

jay scoffed comically, pursing his lips together to puff the black tuffs of his fringe upwards and out of his eyes. the spikes lay flat back against his tan forehead while he returned the blue box dye and picked up a new one. this one having another vibrant colour and a hair model with the phoniest white smile hee had ever seen.

he slowly craned his head to heeseung who returned the dramatic head turn back before breaking out into an immediate head shake of refusal.

"it was me who picked y'up. do this as a reward to pay me back?" jay bargained with a low snicker.

heeseung didn't want to, of course. not with such a bizarre colour as that. if anything, he wanted to reach out and slam jay's idiotic face into the shelves and collapse every other hair dye box on display with him. but instead he sighed, eyes training on the front design as one of his hands slid down his chest and to a pocket of cash he'd tucked away.

"beat feet, 'fore i change my mind."

tonight was the night. the rumble. the dawning wind blew in your hair as sunghoon steered his roofless car in the direction of the race track. the breeze contorted your hair in all sorts of swiped arrays yet your face stayed stone-still. your eyebrows creased with a firm line shaping your lips. not even the loud roar of music from hoon's aux crossed your mind besides worry.

what if yeonjun and his squad were tellin' fibs just to get a rouse outta you. and if they did show up, theres no telling if all the other boy's would react kindly to their arrival either. you didn't exactly tell them your plan of inviting snob high affiliated other than jake.

it was the six of you, riki, jungwon, sunoo, sunghoon and jake all crammed inside sunghoon's five seater leading to riki being the one on the carpet flooring by your feet. he leaned his tall back against a car door, his neck hindered by the bottom cup holders on the door's inside.

he fought against it at first, of course, but sunghoon told him to suck it up or be left behind because he was clearly still in a bad mood from yesterday. you sat between jungwon and sunoo who were oddly silent while facing the nighttime scenery bleakly whipping past. the entire car ride was silent, all of you knowing the uprising tension to unfold moments ahead.

there it was. the loud bass of music coming from the dried dam's surface that the sloped concrete walls hid from eye view. sunghoon's dark eyes flicked to his rear view mirror for a split second before he veered forward on his pedal and down a slope to meet with the very source of sound. the enemies.

as the group of brute men unfolded in view as your ride came to a screeching halt that was overshadowed by the loud cooing and hoots of bangchan's clique.

"lookie 'ere!" one of their brash voices called out, earning a curdle of your nose in return.

your vision focused on felix who was leaning against the bright blue automobile with a cigarette between two fingers, only snapping out of your unintentional selected vision by the aggravated slams of car doors.

"c'mon y/n, hop out so i can get out too," riki ushered, the first time he'd spoken from the entire car ride. one of his hands placed itself on the driver seat's head, nails digging into the beige leather. you bit down on your bottom lip, clicking open the car door on your left and hopping out of the automobile.

riki followed suit, not leaving through the car door but instead manoeuvring himself in the air and jumping over the other closed side. everyone was already standing around hoon's car, glaring off the mugs across from them.

the tall blonde stood inches from sunghoon who was the closest to the 'stray boys'. clearly he wanted to display no fret the other side exuded since it was basically his fault this rumble was occurring in the first place. jeongin could tell immediately and silently stepped forward as well, his braces shining as his lips parted.

"if it isn't rik-dog, the candy ass," the brunette of the other side taunted, eyes shooting straight to riki who clenched his teeth immediately at the name call.

"and cookin', ain't i? train-tracks," riki ridiculed back, earning a quiet coo from sunoo who couldn't contain his satire encouragement and resulted in an elbow in his ribs by jungwon who knew it wasn't the time for such antics. your white sneakers tapped against the pavement as you situated yourself beside jake who was positioned behind the gap sunghoon and riki had between them.

definition:'cook' or 'cookin''. > doing it/well.

jeongin sputtered, brown eyes glancing towards your appearing figure instead. his gaze flicked up and down your frame before turning back at riki, "i see your classy chassis can still only clothe in her mother's clothes. she ain't been popped yet by you's, has she?" his uncalled insult targeted at you instantly drew a frown on riki's face.

his sick innuendo mixed with the unnecessary comment at your clad attire brought irritation in your veins. but honestly, you had only worn long skirts and blouses since heeseung went missing as well as refusing to be flag girl at race events simply because you weren't comfortable anymore. yet before he could respond, you did, "if we talking mother's i'd assume the only thing popped is your mother loaded before she had you."

definition:'loaded'. > drunk.

jeongin's braces disappeared after that, hiding behind a dropped smile as his lips curved downwards in an outraged pause. jake's giggle rumbled from his throat, unable to stifle it in time and attracted everyone's attention.

"something real funny, huh, sim?" one of the boy's you wouldn't be able to recognise questioned and jake lifted a hand to quickly cover his unserious smile that had arose.

"you lay off now. how 'bout we stop throwing insults and get started in the race," jake began while his hand collapsed from his face and revealed his still toothy smile.

"get on with it," hyunjin gruffly hasted and suddenly began to walk around to the driver's seat of the blue car.

"finally, some fuckin' action," sunghoon boldly responded in the second hyunjin entered his vehicle, mirroring his actions whilst everyone around the car migrated off the side.

"countdown!" one of the slack hooligan's hooted as a countdown of three began. your head was buzzing. events were happening too quickly and yeonjun hadn't even arrived yet. you didn't want him. you just needed him. eyes screwing shut, all you could do was pray for a moment that god was on your side.

but the roaring of engines filled your ears instead.

perhaps things could never go according to plan. you were already quite familiar with that concept. as your eyes pried open as the chatter in the air heightened, you didn't meet with the rear of sunghoon's car. his vehicle was still in place, along with hyunjin's.

it wasn't their revving cars taking off. your brows lifted gently at the realisation it was heeseung's car. except, he wasn't in it, of course. it was yeonjun. the chestnut haired male attracted the attention of everyone, his face contorting into a smug grin.

"what the hell are they doing here...?" you heard jungwon whisper beneath his breath while watching the boy in question kick open his car door. yeonjun's dark derby's trod out from his vehicle while his hands swiped against one another-almost as if he were wiping dust from them.

"well, ain't this a lumpy time to make the scene," familiar foxy eyes danced across the array of people in front of him, all standing in an imperfect line behind the two cars anticipating a race.

definition:'lumpy'. > mediocre.

definition: 'make the scene'. > attend an event/activity.

there was an uproar of confusion and questions creating scores in the air, people from you and bangchan's clique all turning to one another. your white soles collided with the pavement as you stepped forward, "didn't haul ass to get here, did you's?" a stifled laugh erupted in your throat while you eyed the group of five standing around choi's car.

"be grateful we's even showed up, cherry," yeonjun replied with a lower in his tone yet his grin retained on his face. you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, placing them back on the group beside yours.

"is this every freamer you've kissed together, y/n?" one of the oppositions mocked, a reaction of laughter leeching off of his words. you frowned, hands balling into fists as you stared the boy down.

"y'keepin' count of the amount of boys being kissed wouldn'tya, han?" yeonjun butt in, the sound of a lighter flicking coming from his direction. oddly enough, the boys standing near you stifled laughs at yeonjun's remark. sunghoon's silver hair resembled the moonlight as he whipped his behind around to face us, his dark browns stern.

"explain what these germs are doin' here?" he rasped out, his neck in an uncomfortable twist from his position. jake's head immediately turned to you as you ushered out a curse at the oblivious male's action.

soobin's eyes trained on you with a squint, one side of his lips lifting into an intrigued smile. an uneasy lump in your throat swallowed down, "i invited them. like you said, we were outnumbered," you explained to the puzzled boy.

"yeah well, what'll ya do?" sunghoon raised another question, taking his smoke from his pink lips and tapping it on the edge of his car door, ashes falling to the ground by the gentle force, "i sure don't see any bottles of car oil in y'boot."

the obvious jab towards the oppositions group's wrongdoings towards heeseung altercated the tension in the air. yeonjun extended a leg forward, head cocking towards the side in amusement as he stepped towards sunghoon's idle position.

"you wanna find out, park?" the brunette rhetorically asked, approaching the right door of sunghoon's ride.

"bite-me," sunghoon grit through the fangs of his teeth, lifting his cigarette between two flexed fingers. then, he flicked the lit stick right between yeonjun's eyes, causing the male to abruptly duck forward and grab him by the collar with screwed eyes.

jake and riki were already jumping forward to engage in whatever hand's on experience they could get. soobin, beomgyu, hueningkai and taehyun followed suit, getting into an unnecessary scuffle.

you wanted to face palm at the failure to cooperate between both sides that were originally supposed to bind together.

"we're not supposed to fight you duds, we're on the same side! gods sake, they're like animals," sunoo attempted to persuade, his yells falling flat along with both his palms that he placed on both sides of his mouth.

one of your ears filled with howls of laughter from the sleazy guys you were originally supposed to fight. bangchan was hunched over, slapping his knee while jeongin was pointing and laughing. along with a scrunch in hyunjin's face from the embarrassing display.

you wished jay were here right now. if it were him, he wouldn't let some petty distraction disrupt the goal at hand. you knew that no matter who won between sunghoon and yeonjun, the hooligans would just clean up afterwards and win the turf.

"sunoo, you actually got those salt shakers?" you asked, turning towards the frantic boy with no fret on your face.

he gasped like he had memorised an answer for a test as he reached into one of his jeans pocket's and pulled out a small glass salt shaker, just like he said he would. you licked one corner of your mouth as a lightbulb lit in your mind, "watch this."

you ran towards sunghoon's side of his car and bent down behind the cover of the vehicle. from within you could see sunghoon's toned arm tightly head-locking yeonjun as the said make grunted and tapped his biceps in any way to be loosened. riki had hueningkai's converses roughly planted on the side of his face and jake was letting out girlish squeals from beomgyu and taehyun grasping onto his white shirt to lift him over the bumper of the car.

the most atrocious scuffle you'd seen. but instead of focusing so much on the circus act in front of you, you poured your attention onto your wrist bent at a 90° angle. you were aiming the salt shaker towards bangchan's group and you needed just enough power to throw it over the vehicle beside you.

luckily, salt shakers aren't relatively heavy. with a singular motion, the glass ornament went flying into the air and crashed into jeongin's eyes. the sudden collision staggered the young boy and his feet once keeping his balance toppled one over the other.

the brown haired boy fell backwards onto his tailbone, hands cupping around his eyelids and he let out a groan of pain. you heard a loud cascade of sinister laughter from the group of boys gang fighting in sunghoon's car. it was obviously riki getting the biggest kick outta jeongin being victim to throw.

"haha! was that you sunoo hyung?!" riki laughed abnormally with a wide smile, hands gripping onto the converse sole roughly kicking against him. with his stubborn hold, he bent the shoes back towards hueningkai who groaned at the agonising stretch, "good throw!"

hearing riki's loud banter, jeongin wiped his eyes with the back of his forearm, immediately targeting sunoo across from him, "you askin' for it, fucker," the youngest cursed with a sudden shift of gravity as he stood up and bolted towards sunoo's oblivious self. changbin, han, and a few others followed suit.

your friend squeaked out at the scare, stepping backwards and beginning to run the opposite direction from the newborn crowd, "you just had to say somethin' riki!"

although your plan had sort of backfired, it sparked the interest of jungwon who was standing behind you with his fingers buried tightly in his locks. he had just observed your impressive throw of precision, yet he was still debating on how to include himself in the rumble. his blue coveralls hang loosely around his fit frame, his head turning towards sunoo's quickly paced frame running across the width of the race track.

it wasn't like jungwon offered to fight in rumbles often. he rather be in jay's garage, tweaking any automobile he could get his hands on. with such brute handy work, you'd assume he would pack a somewhat hard punch, kick, or something like that.

"jungwon-if y'don't do somethin' i'll-" sunghoon grunted while scampering his torso up with one of his feet extending himself high on his car seat. using the newfound angle, he slammed one side of yeonjun's head into his steering wheel and sounded an ear-piercing beep of his car.

a few of yeonjun's lackeys who were beating up jake and riki loosened their hold on them to cover their ears at the sudden crack of sound. jungwon's dark round eyes shifted to your crouched position next to sunghoon's car door and bit down on his lip in uncertainty.

just as you were open your lips to say something, a bright flash behind you distracted your train of thought. everyone's heads collectively fwipped around like there was a magnet placed behind an external magnetic field. a flat hand placed itself against your brow bones in hopes to shield your poor eyes from the bright gleam.

the high-beams of the car switched off.

"that couldn't be..."

your eyelids immediately raised at the appearance of jay park behind the steering wheel, "you think a rumble s'gonna happen without me?!" the familiar boy roared over the loud engines of his car. beside him was a figure with reddish-pink tuffs belonging to someone with a flashy smile. you didn't recognise him at first. hell, you wouldn't believe anyone could with the new colour he was sporting.

it was heeseung.

"jay-heeseung!" the masculine voices near you loudly exclaimed in an imperfect harmony. you sputtered on your own breath while watching as jay diagonally parked in front of sunghoon. his ridiculous sunglasses rested atop of his nose bridge as he exited the car, not even waiting another beat before getting his claws onto yeonjun.

"y'gonna miss this," jay laughed out, rough hands digging into yeonjun's shoulders as he dragged the unsuspecting male out of sunghoon's reach. yeonjun landed onto the course pavement, grunting out with a sore cheek from the brutal number sunghoon did on him.

"those shades look ridiculous," were the first words sunghoon exchanged with the make he hadn't seen for a couple of nights. the reunited duo clasped hands, pulling each other into a half handhake-half embrace position.

your pupils dilated, ears cancelling the noise of your surroundings as you watched heeseung leave the car next. his pink hairdo highlighted him in the moonlight and it only made it harder for your eyes to peel off of him.

he wasn't drenched in car oil, or sums of feet away from you on the race track. he was right there. he was wearing his beloved race jacket and navy jeans thats pocket's occupied his thumbs. his remaining fingers rested on his thighs as he skimmed the scenery. seeing him after countless weeks didn't feel real. but another daydream.

"do-something!" sunoo's heightened scream broke your tunnel vision of lee. he ran right towards jay and sunghoon, on the path past jay before the taller man simply reached a finger out to hook onto the back of sunoo's collar. the forceful halt of his marathon had jeongin and the other couple of boys suddenly freeze in confusion of where sunoo had vanished to.

jeongin huffed with a puffed chest rising and falling like a hyperventilation bag, a mean look on his fatigued face.

"and you's would be?" jay questioned, unhooking his finger from sunoo's collar in which the boy collapsed onto the ground from exhaustion. jeongin balled his fists staring off jay, never having met him before.

"put a lid on it. y'wearin' sunglasses in the middle of the night," jeongin responded with a foul tongue. jay raised an eyebrow, mouth pursing as a smoulder crept onto his face whilst he pushed his sunglasses upwards smugly.

the display of mock confidence was less than appetising, to say the least, "ts' a handicap for you goons. y'gonna need it," jay remarked, his beady eyes analysing the crowd and positions of everyone surrounding. jake, taehyun, beomgyu, hueningkai, riki, sunghoon and even yeonjun had paused their actions, curious to watch what the exchange of banter would entail in the centre of the floor.

"rattle your cage, y'not that important," jeongin spat, turning back to the numbers behind him to whisper something. bangchan, felix and hyunjin were the only three not engaging in the festivities but the appearance of heeseung and jay ushered them towards the centre with everyone else in curiosity.

"well ain't this a kick! thats lee, but with pink hair, ey!" felix's deep voice announced as if heeseung wasn't standing there for minutes already.

"either i get my revenge on your crew for what y'did to lee over there, or you get up and take down these mobs here," jay briskly offered towards yeonjun, extending a hand towards the chestnut haired boy. yeonju had a hand holding his stomach, wheezing out at the collision his back suffered against the concrete ground.

yet, he returned the gesture. he'd know exactly where a battle with jay would end up, and he didn't exactly appreciate the steaming smoke of a cigarette fry his eyeballs again. jay grinned with one side of his mouth as yeonjun beckoned something towards the rest of his group, causing them to release jake and riki from their thresholds.

you were unsure of how to react. on one hand you wanted to run to heeseung, vent to him how much you were dying to see him, see a sliver of his presence to calm the storm in your heart. on the other hand, you wanted to avoid him out of all possible chances he loathed your being for what you did.

his head gradually turned towards you, doe eyes following suit as he noticed your hiding figure. as someone called out his name, he straightened his posture and held out a hand while curling his fingers for a split second to gesture you to follow. your shoulders stiffened as your breath hitched for a split second, hesitantly raising in your stature.

you quickly jogged to heeseung as he held out his forearm, your waist being the perfect place to rest it as he walked with you towards the others. there was no 'hello', no 'how are you?', not even a 'where were you?'. you simply craned your head upwards to lock eyes and admit,

"i missed you so much, hot stuff."

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confusinglystupid · 3 months

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short list of characters for my star blazers project

sorry if its a bit short, this is only like a couple, ill add more later

EARTH CHARACTERS Vice Admiral Juzo Okita (沖田十三) M61 Famed hero of the 2nd Battle over Mars. A stern, fearless stoic. Captain of the Yamato (UNS BBY-001) and formerly captain of the battleship Kirishima (UNS BBS-555). His battle strategies are nearly always high risk, high reward, and it miraculously always seems to work out perfectly.

Commander Mamoru Kodai (古代守) M27 Elder brother of Susumu and captain of UNS DDS-117 (JSS Yukikaze). His family was wiped out by an interplanetary bomb that struck the Miura Peninsula. Only he and his brother Susumu survived. He is shot down by the Gamilons while drawing their fire during Operation M so Okita could return home.

Commander-in-Chief Heikuro Todo (藤堂平九郎) M59 CinC of the Earth Defense Force. A calm, collected, reasonable man. Believes in the prioritization of morals over orders.

Admiral Kotetsu Serizawa (芹沢虎鉄) M55 Todo's right hand. A stern, angry, stubborn man. Harsh, immovable, but well intentioned. Reasonably disliked by the general public. Foil to Field Marshal Zöllick.

Lieutenant Commander Yuki Mori (森雪) F21 First mate aboard the Yamato, formerly a staff officer at EDF central command. Highly intelligent. A woman of great forethought and consideration. Kindhearted, consistently collected, fiercely believes in legitimate justice & the invalidity of sheer revenge, no matter how heinous the crime. Closely resembles the beautiful Sasha of Iscändar, who crashed on Mars.

Lieutenant Susumu Kodai (古代進) M19 Chief of the Tactical department. Hotheaded, righteous, brooding when upset. Mamoru's only surviving relative. Main protagonist of this story.

Lieutenant Daisuke Shima (島大介) M19 Friend and compatriot of Susumu. Yamato's Helmsman and Navigation department Chief. An expert navigator with an interest in astronomy. Calmer, more proper and more level-headed than Kodai. The exception being when Kodai is actually around, in which case Shima is even more rash and foolish than he.

Lieutenant JG Hajime Hirata (平田一) M21 An older fellow student at the Space Force academy when Kodai and Shima attended. A sort of "older brother" type friend to them.

Dr. Sakezo Sado (佐渡酒造) M54 A brilliant physician and a confidant of the Captain. Appointed as the ship's Medical department Chief despite no prior astronaval experience. A widely beloved drunkard. Cat person.

Makoto Harada (原田真琴) F21 Medic, officially a civilian.

Analyzer (AU09-Q1309) X3 AI companion of Dr. Sado and improvised autonomous subframe of the Yamato after the original was destroyed. Prefers to be called "Analyzer", as opposed to AU09 or Q1309.

Lieutenant Shiro Sanada (真田志郎) M28 Science and Technologies department Chief. A highly analytical and intellectually gifted man. His mind was designed to create machines. Highly emotionally intelligent, though bad at reading and expressing emotions. The Wave-Motion Gun is his brainchild.

Lieutenant JG Saburo Kato (加藤三郎) M23 Captain of the Yamato's Air Corps. Damn well coulda been born and raised in a cockpit, for the way he flies. Righteous, a little bit of a control freak. Close with Yamamoto.

Lieutenant JG Yasuo "Dash" Nanbu (南部"DASH"康雄) M20 Chief of Gunnery subdepartment of Tactial. Very much envies Kodai's position. About twice as hotheaded as Kodai, and 10 times as pigheaded. Excellent, loyal soldier, even if he disagrees with is commanding officers.

Ensign Yoshikazu Aihara (相原義一) M21 Operations department Chief and Comms officer. Reports to XO Mori. Sort of on-edge a lot of the time. Often overshadowed by those around him.

Ensign Kenjiro Ohta (太田健二郎) M24 Radar officer and Chief of the Space Weather Prediction subdepartment under Navigation. Eager and enthusiastically helpful. Bit of a mild Osaka hillbilly stereotype.

SP3 Haruki Ando (安藤春樹) M18 Wave-Motion Ballast & Shield technician. Brilliant kid, rushed through school with the goal of helping the cause against the Gamilons. Did not intend to be a soldier, merely a scientist, but is overjoyed nonetheless. Follows Kodai around like a duckling.

Kaoru Shintani (新谷かおる) M43 Chief OMCS technician. AKA, shipboard cook.

Lieutenant Commander Hikozaemon Tokugawa (徳川彦左衛門) M62 Chief engineer. Like Sado and Okita, quite brilliant, though quite odd. Former Chief engineer of the Kirishima. Very warm & paternal to all, considered the nice grandpa of the crew.

PO1 Sukeji Yabu (藪助治) M31 Tokugawa's favorite student. Cautious, introverted, kinda weird. Extremely intelligent. Refers to Starsha of Iscändar as a goddess.

Lieutenant JG Sho Yamazaki (山崎奨) M45 Tokugawa's official right hand.

Ensign Akira Yamamoto (山本明) F20 Another prodigy seemingly born to fly. Similarly to Kodai, she and her elder brother Akio were the only survivors of the early planet bombings by the Gamilons. ALSO similarly to Kodai, said elder brother died in Operation M. She and Kodai seem to keep ending up in bleak situations and having to save each other.

Ensign Hiroki Shinohara (篠原弘樹) M24 Deputy Captain of the ship's Air Corps. Quite unserious and smug in general. Very mature and insightful when the time calls for it. Never angry, and excellent mediator.

Lieutenant Akira Nemoto (根本明) M31 Captain of the Yamato's Marine Corps. Cold, quiet. Foolhardy, but a quick learner. Eager to kill Gamilons.

Corporal Kazuhiko Sugiyama (杉山和彦) M18 Deputy Captain of the ship's space Marines. Smug asshole most of the time, but humbles up quick when he deems it necessary. Doesn't like to take things too far. An EXCELLENT shot.

MCPO Isami Enomoto (榎本勇) M36 Boatswain's Mate. Kodai, Shima, and Hirata's former Practical Skills instructor. Simultaneously bubbly and friendly & strict and unforgiving.

PO3 Shinpei Iwata (岩田新平) and SP1 Kiyoshi Toyama (遠山清) M27 and M26 3rd deck operators. Inseparable. Idiots. Simultaneously fully competent and woefully incompetent. Often subjected to Enomoto's wrath.

WO2 Yuria Misaki (岬百合亜) F19 Member of the Supply department and self-proclaimed ESP haver.

WO2 Shigeru Hayashi (林繁) M18 Member of the Navigation department, plagued by visions (suffering from nightmares).

Lieutenant Kaoru Niimi (新見薫) F37 Chief of the Security department. Friend of Serizawa.

Lieutenant JG Shinya Itou (伊東真也) M21 Chief of the Armed Security department. Eerily friendly. Unnervingly polite. Gives of bad vibes.

WO1 Toru Hoshina (星名透) M19 Member of the Armed Security department. Love interest of Misaki.

#star blazers #space battleship yamato #yamato #leijiverse #character list #characters #writing

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manifesting-pedro · 26 days

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“This isn’t like me” he thought to himself.

“Distraction”

18+ content only. Minors- do not interact.

Contains: grown folk content.

An onlooker at a recent production day in the city becomes a distraction for the main star.

“This isn’t like me” he thought to himself.

I’ve never been so distracted in all my career that it affects a gig.

He sat there in his production trailer pondering this dilemma.

“I noticed her the other day and I can’t stop thinking about her. Her hair, messy and still seemingly in place with it pulled up that way.”

He closed his eyes and remembered the street-side onlooker watching that days production. She wore casual clothes made up of a black tank, jeans, a dark grey blazer and sneakers. Her purse under her arm, small but large enough to carry her phone, keys, some makeup for touch-ups. The essentials.

She had been standing on the side of the street. The sun was setting over the city and the golden hour bounced off her hair. She had shades on. Black frames…classy in an Audrey Hepburn sort of aesthetic. She hadn’t seen him recite his lines yet. His part was coming up shortly. He watched her look around at the set up and concentrate on what was unfolding in front of her (and others). It was a movie shoot for an upcoming thriller. He wore his detective wardrobe: slacks, white dress shirt and shoulder holster.

Thinking about her, he rubbed his forehead. “What was it about her?” He continued to ponder.

He thought of her looking so curious, yet so calm at the surroundings. “Those lips.” His fingertips dragged down his temple. He remembered those lips. Full, natural, berry colored lips. He thought of what they would feel like against his skin.

His hand continued down past his shoulder holster…to the front of his slacks. He felt himself growing hard, imagining those lips on his.

Just then, he heard the rumbling of conversation outside of his trailer and woke up out of his daydream, full erection and all.

“Snap out of it man.” He mumbled to himself and shook his head.

It had been a couple of days since he saw her and now he couldn’t get the thought of her out of his head.

He grabbed the script next to him on the couch and started to read through today’s scene. His erection started to subside. His concentration was coming back.

~~~~

His eagerness in his slacks disappeared in time for makeup and hair to come into the trailer to do last minute touch ups before the scene.

“I wonder if she’ll be out there today?” He thought.

Hair and makeup were all done and he got up and exited the trailer after them. “The crew is going out for drinks later, you joining us?” The makeup rep asked.

“I’ll see how today rolls, and maybe I will!” He replied with a smile.

The sun was about to set again. It was that golden hour working its way onto the set. Some small crowds had gathered on the sidewalks, looking around to catch celebrity sightings. He waved to those yelling “Hi!” and continued walking behind the hair and makeup reps. Watching his feet and going over the lines again in his head.

“No time for distraction, time for work.” he mumbled to himself with intent.

The scene went over without a hitch. Minimum 5 takes because of a bird that kept flying through the shot. After “cut!” everyone clapped, including the onlookers.

That’s when he gazed upon the sidewalks… and she was there.

Golden hour had hit her again. Her locks gleaming under the setting sun. This time she had her shades off and they made eye contact. Her lips turned up into a gentle smile. He smiled back and nodded.

He raced over to a crew member who handled the cables.

“Hey, you see that woman over there? Has her hair up with the blazer and jeans?”

“Yeah?” The crew member replied.

“I need you to go over and escort her back to my trailer. Please just have her wait outside. I’ll let security know too.”

The cable hand was chill but more worried about getting back to work.

The Director came over and congratulated him on today’s scene. While this occurred, he watched off to the side of the Director’s face to witness the cable hand speak to the mystery woman in the background at the sidewalk. Her reaction seemed to be that of surprise as her eyes got big and her eyebrows raised. She then followed the cable hand towards the direction of his trailer.

The cable hand returned, alone and gave a thumbs up.

With that, a bottle of water and some butterflies in his stomach…he started off towards his trailer.

The setting sun was at his back now as he walked towards the trailer. It was up ahead….and so was she. This mystery woman who relaxed him and aroused him…just at the mere sight of her.

As he turned the corner of the trailer, he caught glimpse of her outside of it. She was making small talk with the security guard by the stairs.

Her back was to him. He was thankful as he didn’t want to walk up with an erection as his introduction.

“Thanks Jay. I’ve got it from here.” He spoke to the guard. That’s when she turned around. Her smile cocked up into a corner. “Am I being kidnapped on a movie set? This is new.” She laughed.

He smiled and let her voice resonate within. A gentle voice but with humor. He loved that.

“I thought you’d like some behind the scenes moments! What better way than with security.” He explained.

She chuckled.

With that, he took her hand and introduced himself. She took his and reciprocated the introduction.

“C’mon inside. I just need to grab a few things.”

She followed him up the small flight of stairs as they went into the trailer. He held the door for her and watched as she examined the interior as she passed the threshold.

She went further inside and he closed it gently with a lock.

“My day is full of many firsts. Never seen the inside of one of these before.” She exclaimed.

“Please have a seat.” He gestured towards the couch. “I’ll be right back.” He went towards the bedroom area and changed his shirt into a simple tee and sprayed some cologne on.

He didn’t waste any time getting back to her on the couch.

She had been looking around like a child in wonder at all the interior and its trimmings and furnishings.

As soon as he sat down next to her, her attention went back to him.

“I know this isn’t home, but it seems like a pretty good place to be” she stated as she looked at his face.

“Yeah. It’s not my home, but at least it’s a place I can retrieve to when I need a moment in between scenes.”

The counter had makeup bulbs around the frame with a high seat for where she imagined he got his touch ups. On the mirror were Polaroids of his face, his profile, his hair, him in his wardrobe… She got up to look closer at the photos. He watched her bend over the counter to examine the photos. Her blazer was off and she was in a short tee and jeans. Jeans that snugged her ass so right. He watched her ass as she continued to bend over to study the photographs. “Reference photos?” She asked. “For continuity?” As she continued to look at the photos.

“Yeah.” He replied “you know more about this than most people.”

He imagined her naked, bent over that counter. Also imagining himself, naked behind her, running his hand down her figure. Feeling her soft skin under his hot fingertips. The thought of entering her from behind cause his erection to awaken.

There was no way he was going to get this under control. She was THERE. Right in front of him.

He stood up and walked up behind her as she continued studying. He looked over her shoulder, face near hers, and asked, “you’re quite observant, aren’t you?”

She could smell his cologne, leather and musk…She took a deep swallow as its seductive scent along with his voice made her core shiver.

He placed his hand on top of hers on the counter and moved in closer to her backside. She could feel his erection against her ass.

“Do you like what you see? I noticed you a few days ago.” He questioned and confessed.

She whimpered, “Yes. You caught my eye the other day as I was walking home and I had to stop and watch.”

“I’m glad you did.” He replied.

He turned her around to face him. Her eyes heavy with lust. His slacks tight with pleasure. Her luscious natural lips were right there, inches away. He moved in slowly. He had to feel them.

The kiss was slow and passionate. Warm, soft, long, lingering. She took his bottom lip in between hers, lightly sucking.

He let out a light moan.

He dragged his fingertips up her arm and clutched her around her ear and jaw as he went in with a more passionate kiss.

There was no denying his erection now.

He paused the kiss to exclaim “I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you the other day.”

“Well? Did it meet your expectations?” She asked.

“Oh more than so.” He replied.

He guided his hand down her shirt cupping her breast. She whimpered and caught her breath. She grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He was shirtless now. Running her hands up the front of his chest starting at his waistband and going up over his ribcage. Dancing her nail tips over his skin.

His eyes rolled into his head. “Mmm.”

Her hands went into his curls and he kissed her furiously.

“I want you so much.” He confessed.

He undid her jeans and they fell to the floor.

Her lacy panties were barely covering her swollen pussy. His hand glided down to her panties, slipping inside the waistband. His fingers were starting to tease her other full lips.

“Yessss.” She whispered.

He continued to tease her and then went inside her folds to make her wetter than she was before.

Slipping a finger inside her he began to pump. Slowly her juices dripped onto his hand. Making him grow painfully erect in his slacks.

“I want to feel your cock inside me.” She stated breathlessly.

He groaned and started undoing his slacks.

His briefs were holding back his extensive erection, but he pulled them down to relieve his member from the pressure of pleasure he was experiencing.

He spun her around to face the mirror. Her eyes and his were heavy with passion.

She eased her panties down past her hips and they fell to the floor.

He looked at her in the mirror. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

And with that he eased his cock slowly inside her core. She gasped.

He proceeded to lift her shirt above her head and watched in the mirror as her tits bounced in her bra. He grabbed one of her tits and started caressing it over her bra.

Her nipples had become hard.

“Please, more.” She begged.

He started to ease his fullness into her completely. She arched and braced herself on the countertop. Her hand grabbing his arm that was now holding her hip.

“Fuck me harder.” She demanded.

He couldn’t help himself and started pounding into her pussy.

Her hair fell and he reached up and grabbed a section of it. Watching her in the mirror as she lost all control. Her tits bouncing with every thrust. He started to slow up a bit, teasing her again.

Pulling her hair back he whispered in her ear, “you want my cock slamming into you again?”

“Yes.” She answered.

“Only if I can see your tits out of that bra.”

He demanded.

She unhooked the bra and placed it on the counter.

With one hand still in her hair, he placed the other one on a bare breast and said “Good girl. Now let’s see what I have for you.”

And with that, he slammed into her wet cunt. Her mouth opened with a silent moan as he repeatedly entered her pussy with his full length.

She grabbed tighter to his arm that was up to caress her tit.

“Fuck, you feel good.” She whispered.

He pounded harder, his cock swelling to it’s maximum girth.

They panted and their rhythm became more and more furious with a climax on the brink.

“Your pussy feels so good. I want this pussy on my cock every chance I get.”

And with that she whimpered “yes” and they both shuttered with ecstasy.

Their breath leveled as he slowly released himself from her core.

Catching their breath they both held onto each other for a moment.

He reached down and grabbed her shirt off the floor while she reached down and grabbed his shirt.

They traded and chuckled.

“Wanna go out with me and the crew to celebrate today’s scene with drinks?” He asked.

“That was one hell of a scene that needs to be celebrated.” She replied and they laughed.

-Fin-

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal and reader #pedro pascal smut #Spotify

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symphonic-scream · 3 months

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⭐️ for persona 5 aus?

Gotcha!

Okay since you gave me a star and asked for P5 and I've gotten a feel for the kind of AU's you like based on when I see you in my notes (HI BESTIE!!), I'm bringing back my first ever arcana swap

And for the first time ever, I'm gonna talk about the Beta Version

It all started with Chariot Makoto and Lovers Haru. I'd just read an unfinished fic with Lovers Makoto and World Haru, and well, I wanted to try something like that

At first it was a Fool Futaba, so it was goober first year with their only friends being the gayass third years. Magician Akira, for the hilarity of sassy cat

Yusuke became the Fool when I got attached to the idea of Yusuke and Haru being friends, from another fic again. This one had them get legally married to give Yusuke groceries before staging a divorce. So. Foolsuke

Cap, my bestie, of course suggested the brilliance of Devil Akira, so. I needed a new Magician, someone to be the straight man to the chaos I'd created. So, Goro

Anyways that's the history of it lemme go off a bit

So it's Foolsuke, his Thief name is Jester. He's not as strong of a personality as Joker, but he makes up for it with his drama, his poses, his long speeches of Justice and Rebellion. He wears the Shujin uniform normally for the most part, but his blazer is always open

Magician Goro is a bird in the real world, but human in the Metaverse. His Thief name is Crow, though his bird form is a robin. He has the prince outfit Goro has in P5, and instead of the Monabus, there's a white limo, a bird emblem on the hood

Chariot Makoto is tired of being told how to feel, what to do, how to live. She's stepping out of her sister's shadow, since she's already been cast out after lies spread by a certain teacher. Top grades, low attendance, leather jacket and uniform pants. Her Thief name is Knight, and at the end of the day, she's perhaps a little too self-sacrificial

Lovers Haru feels alone for so long. When her dad calls, it feels like he's not really listening. Would he even believe her, if she told him about how a certain teacher treats her? She's tired of not standing up for herself, but to gather the courage, she just needs someone, anyone, to hear her call for help. Or, for her to witness an extreme... Her Thief name is Eros, and she hates seeing good people hurt

Emperor Futaba has been lied to her whole life. She thinks her foster father Madarame is a good man, who just needs a hand with programming sometimes. She thinks her mom died naturally. She thinks she doesn't need anyone else in her life. Only when forced to witness the bloody truth, does the rage within burst free. Python, that's her thief name. She'll make sure those that cloud the horrible truth are paid what they're due

Priestess Hifumi plays Shogi, attends student council meetings to improve her reputation, and trusts her mother isn't up to anything. Then, weird things happen to the students around her, and the nicer items in her home disappear. Kaneshiro's strings control Shibuya like a puppeteer, and it takes her too long to see the strings lying across the Shogi board, pulling at her peers and mother. She goes by Rook. A great planner, she's more than eager to prove she earned her wins after all

Hermit Ryuji lies awake, remembering the smell of booze, the shouts of a bastard man, the pained scream of his mom. He feels the phantom pains where his right leg used to be, and is now a stump that ends at the knee. On good days, he streams video games, with a digital avatar. On bad days, he can't forget that he's the reason his mom isn't around. He asks for help from people he's never met, and opens up for the first time since Tae Takemi first took him in. Compass guides them from his floating ship, his prosthetic a cool ass pirate peg, and he feels helpful when he shoots canonball boosts at his friends

Empress Ann is the face of teenage beauty, both in Europe and Japan. She, hates the flashing cameras. Her parents are up to something behind the flashes, and she's ignored it for too long. Though, her deadline approaches fast. They want to scurry back to Europe, take Ann from school and have their doll of a daughter model for the highest bidder there, escaping their sins in Japan. Ann becomes Puma, a thief who wants to bring back the passionate parents she remembers

Justice Yuuki shoots two palace leaders. His podcast is toxic, and his audience grows by the day. Behind the scenes, he's an attack dog, a chain wrapped around his neck, held tight by Shido. He tricks the Thieves, has them call him Gamma. On November 20, he looks Yusuke Kitagawa in the eyes and pulls a trigger

Faith Kasumi Sumire is a dancer. She's a Shujin for ballet, moving with such grace and delicate passion that she's destined for greatness. Only, something's wrong... But that's not a big issue, Dr Maruki is helping her recover after she lost her sister.

Kasumi makes a decision. Puts away the glasses that don't help her, ties up her brown hair. When the Thieves ask her what she wants them to call her, she answers with Scarlet

Okay I'm sorry about the long paragraphs here's some little bits for the other arcana

Hierophant is Tae Takemi, with her experimental coffee shop, and her adopted son

Fortune Shinya. He stands in the shadows at the arcade, tossing a few coins. Says he knows a way to change your future. He never messes up the script given to him by his mom's strange boyfriend.

Strength Morgana. He starts human, and when he finds himself again, he becomes Monster Cat

Hanged Man Kawakami. She got into some bad stuff after believing she led to a kid's death

Death Lavenza is a recent med school grad, who's younger sisters call themselves drug dealers, when really they just help Lavenza with some basic pharmaceutical stuff

Temperance Sae. A teacher, who didn't believe her sister over her coworker. She feels like a failed teacher, and failed sister

Devil Akira! He runs the school newspaper, known as the Tea Party, it's. Unofficial. He hangs out at the gay bar, Crossroads

Tower Kaoru Iwai. He posts an ad looking for a high schooler to teach him how to be more sociable. He says it's to get girls, but he's building up the courage to try to reach out to his dad

Star Yoshida. He sits in the park, playing chess with anyone who will sit and talk with him. He has many regrets, and honestly just wants to meet someone who will talk with him

Sun Ohya. A reporter who feels like she's lost her voice, doing what she's been told, not reporting what she believes. Teaches Yusuke better ways to phrase his wording and shit

Moon Shiho! Local discord mod notices the weird kids in her class being extra weird, and decides to be their social media manager. She's the one that asks them to help save their Empress, her girlfriend

Judgement Sojiro. Still working as, an agent of sorts, he's highly trained in interrogation. He feels weird about using his skills on a high schooler...

I love this swap so much,, I miss you Chaos Arcana Swap

#chaos arcana swap #chaos swap #arcana swap

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antihibikase2 · 5 months

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Pokemon Blur - Chapter 1 : The Magician

At the lookout of Aspertia, dreams are shared.

Divine dragons of Truth and Ideals, heed the prayers of a foolish heart.

As we leave the sanctity of your temple, guide us through the darkest night with your brightest of stars.

...

The afternoon chatter of Aspertia City is lively- small shops and stalls open to welcome locals and tourists alike, as children run down the streets with toys in hand, accompanied by their Pokemon.

In the corner of the newly renovated trainer school, a dark-haired boy gazes at the presence of a man in a spiffy white suit and a pair of sunglasses standing in front of the entrance, head held high.

But, the most striking part of his outfit had to be the brooch he wore on the collar of his blazer, gleaming gold.

"Which means-"

He lifts up his goggles, resting them on his head of spiky hair.

By his side, a smaller girl with a similiar, albeit fluffier hairstyle looks up at him eagerly.

"-this is going to be the new gym, and that guy is the new gym guide."

"No way! In our neighborhood?"

"Right on," He grins. "It's perfect. That means a lot of trainers here in Aspertia City will finally be able to properly train for themselves- and not just any kind of training,"

Taking his Lure Ball from his belt, he fiddles with it in his gloved hands, eager to send out his partner and test out his skills.

"All regional leagues are competitive, but Unova is something else entirely- it's such a massive competitive scene that they have to keep honing their skills, or they'll get replaced by up and coming trainers."

He spins the ball in one finger.

"Did you know that the gym leader who's held the position the longest is Drayden of Opelucid City?"

"He's the,"

The little girl tilts her head.

"Umm, the grandpa with the big beard?"

"Yeah! He's been around since before you were born!"

"He's that old?"

She tilts her head to the other side, finger placed on her bottom lip.

"Hey, big brother, how old is Mr. Drayden?"

"He's-"

"Didn't you know, Aya? He's like reaaaaaaally old."

Hugh turns around.

What greets him are blue eyes barely concealed by the rim of a pink and white visor, a catty smile, and a pair of buns atop someone's head, perfectly circular- like the lumps of a Seismitoad.

Atop her shoulder is a thoughtless, preening Ducklett, blankly staring at Hugh and Aya- before flapping its wings and gently landing in Aya's arms with a pleased quack.

"Rosa!"

"Hey, Hughy!" She grins. "I had some time to kill, so I thought I'd drop by!"

"But big sister," Aya looks up, her hand gently stroking Ducklett's head. "You're always free."

"Yeah," Hugh snorts. "It's not like you actually do anything."

"Hey, I'm getting there! Honestly," She puffs her cheeks. "I trek all the way here from Virbank, and this is the thanks I get?"

"It's not that difficult for you, isn't it? You have a party already."

"Three Pokemon barely counts as a party, Hughy! Lively company shortens the miles-"

She snaps her fingers.

Ducklett squawks, squirming out of Aya's arms and flapping its wings back to settle onto Rosa's head.

"-and I'm dying to see what Pokemon is out there!"

Hugh nods, hand gripping onto his Lure Ball.

He understood that sentiment far too well.

Despite him and Rosa already having Pokemon of their own, fully capable of venturing into the world, they stay in the southwest part of Unova, separated from the rest of the mainland.

They could have left earlier on, but-

"Now that it's all three of us with Pokemon," Hugh tucks the Pokeball back into his belt. "Unova won't be so scary."

"Definitely. Two years ago was such a mess, big sis and I had a bad fight about going on a journey in the first place!"

"Who won?"

"Definitely not pops," She twirls a strand of her hair. "But, with big sis being a new gym leader and all, she has a little more insight on the stuff ongoing at the league- hopefully, that eases her nerves."

Hugh hoped so too.

It would be a shame if they missed out on adventuring like the rest of the kids their age had experienced, all because of some crooks terrorizing the streets of the region.

That didn't sit right with him at all- to remain sheltered, terrified, all because of petty Pokemon thieves.

"And speaking of journey,"

Rosa tilts her head playfully, arms behind her back.

"Where on earth is Natey?"

...

Bianca rushed headfirst into the city as soon as she glanced down at the time on her Xtransceiver- and realized she'd been talking Alder's ear off for more than just an hour.

"Ohhh, Bianca, why now of all days?!"

She curses herself, nearly tripping to her face as she tried to navigate around the streets. She swings around the briefcase in her hands, apologizing repeatedly to the poor Pokemon inside, as she tries to look for a sign, a person- anything, to guide her.

Then she spots a familiar head of white hair- right in front of the local trainer school no less.

"Oh, oh! Clyde!"

"Miss Bianca?"

She takes a few steps in front of him, sighing in relief. "You are here! I thought you weren't assigned to come here until next week!"

The man grins, adjusting his pair of sunglasses- he hasn't aged a bit.

"Well, I couldn't sleep a wink- not when I'm being stationed somewhere new. The sights at Castelia have been getting boring these past few years, so I thought there was no harm in coming early-"

He glances proudly up at the sign.

"And I must admit, this seems like a fresh start for all of you kids. Especially the new gym leader. I just had to come and assist him as soon as I could."

Gym leader- it was still amazing for Bianca to hear about how far her friend has come.

"But, ah, I think he's busied himself in the ranch?"

"Oh, yeah! We all went to Alder's place together, he left not long after he had some tea with us, and-"

She remembers why she approached him.

"Oh, oh! Right! The lookout- do you know where it is?"

"Lookout?"

"Yes! The professor asked me to deliver a Pokemon and Pokedex for a little boy-"

"A little boy!" Clyde doesn't take long to tap into his memory. "Hm, how little are we talking about?"

"Wuh-? Um, the professor said her friend said her kid is quite small-"

"Then he just passed by me,"

He points to a street on his left.

"You must have missed it, but just before the gate, there will be steps leading you to the lookout. It's not too far from the school."

He flashes her a charming grin.

"I saw quite a little boy earlier, cheering about how he was going to get his first Pokemon today! The locals seemed to know him very well."

Not a single one passed by without greeting him after all.

"So he's already there- shoot, I must have kept him waiting," She adjusts her grip on the suitcase with one hand, fixing her glasses with the other. "Oh, we've got to chat over tea sometimes, Clyde!"

"No worries, Miss Bianca!"

He waves as she begins to run to her destination; though others may see her as flighty and airheaded, she was just as hardworking as ever.

Perhaps even more so than he last saw her- all of these kids were.

"Ah, to see them grow into such responsible teenagers,"

Suddenly, he felt like he had two years ago, seeing a peculiar trio standing in front of his boss Burgh's gym- a girl with a green hat, a boy with red glasses, and-

"Hero of Truth, are you seeing this now, I wonder?"

The boy with the red cap- he looked an awful lot like that little boy that passed by him.

...

Something about the spring breeze was different this year.

Granted, it wasn't the same last year either- the chaos at the mainland due to Team Plasma was an event that rocked Unova to its core, shattering a truth that had guided the region and its citizens for many years.

Of course Nate knew they were scum- it wasn't as if Aspertia City was left forgotten in the wake of their terror.

Though they've disbanded with the disappearance of their king, their message lives on in the mouths of many- and there were few who chose to live by their ideals, releasing their Pokemon into the wild.

Nate lets out a deep breath- one he hadn't been aware he was holding.

"Doesn't matter where they are now, I guess- because worrying isn't my style!"

He pumps his fist into the air.

Atop Aspertia's lookout, he felt on top of the world- and nothing was going to bring him down, even with the thought of what had transpired two years ago weighing in his mind.

"I'll be picking daisies! I'll have a trusty Pokemon partner with me, a cool new Pokedex, Hugh and Rosa-"

"Heyyyyyyy!"

His monologue is interrupted by the presence of a stranger.

Blonde hair, a white ribbon in front of her cardigan- and a striking, big green hat.

Big green hat!

"I am so so so sorry for running late, little one,"

Bianca isn't even looking at him as she pants, stumbling from the stairs and onto the ground.

"But I was in the middle of a very important discussion with Mr. Alder about Dream Mist, and then I got sidetracked by Clyde, and-"

She stops her talking, straightening her back- and takes a deep breath.

All Nate could do was watch her in awe, eyes fixated on the briefcase she had in her hands.

"Let's um, do it from the top. My name is-"

She raises her head, meeting the gaze of the newbie trainer-

And she pauses, finding his brown eyes all too familiar.

#bw/bw2 rewrite #bw2 arc

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cryptidwithacopiccollection · 2 months

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There will be new stuff but in the mean time have these redraws I excavated from my drafts :D

@roadkilltbh

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neverasfarawayasitmayseemxo · 2 years

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It’s Like Fate - Part 2

Here’s part two! I hope you guys like it :) I always feel the pressure to write extremely well when people are eager for the next part…so I hope it satisfies! Feedback is always appreciated :)

You put the final finishing touches on your makeup and get up to look at yourself in the mirror.

“Ummmmm….you look incredible!” Penelope says eagerly. She was wearing a canary yellow strapless maxi dress. She always wore bright colors and liked to stand out.

“Dear god. I want to throw up. I am so nervous” you say adjusting the strap to your baby blue body con dress.

“Don’t. Please, this dress is too hot to get stained” Penelope noted as she tied the back of your dress in a bow.

You laugh, “This is crazy. I can’t believe we are going to this party”

Penelope grabs her purse. “Me either. The fact that he noted what you were wearing yesterday and told that lady! This is definitely going to be a night to remember!”

You open your purse and slip the piece of paper with his address on it inside.

“Come on! It’s already 8:05. Let’s go!” she says, excitedly.

“This….must be it” Penelope says with a finger pointing out the window.

We pull up to a massive house. Probably the size of 4 football fields.

There were cars lining the driveway as well as the street.

“Where am I going to park?” you ask looking around for a spot.

Penelope sighs. “I guess we are going to have to walk far”

She slips off her shoes and tucks them under her arm. You look at her and laugh.

You finally find a spot…at least 10 houses down from his. It wasn’t too far of a walk but to walk in heels was not ideal.

“Should have taken them off like I did” Penelope says with a shrug as she slips back into her tan wedges as you make it to the driveway.

“Ha. Ha” you say sarcastically.

You both approach the door. You breathe in deeply then out slowly. God, why were you so nervous? He’s just a guy. He’s a normal guy. He’s a normal guy who just starred in a million dollar movie who is about to skyrocket to stardom. Totally normal!

Penelope rings the doorbell three times.

“I hope Tom Hanks is here. I have so many questions” she asks as she tries to look inside.

You look at her and shake your head. Then you begin to think that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. What was the point of this? You were starting to feel silly showing up here all eager and excited. Why would he like YOU? Seriously, this wasn’t a good idea.

“Maybe we should go” you say and turn on your heel.

You set one foot down the stairs.

“Leaving before you even say hello?” a deep, raspy yet sexy voice, says gently.

It was Austin. You turn around and both him and Penelope are looking at you.

He looked so sexy. He wore a white button down with a white blazer and black slacks. He wore what looked like the same boots as yesterday.

“I…uh….I don’t know” you say awkwardly walking back up to greet him.

“Austin Butler, you are so cute!!!!!! Penelope Sacks. Big big fan” Penelope exclaims, pulling him in for a hug.

He laughs and thanks her.

“I’m very happy that you guys came” he says smiling at you.

You nod, “Of course, wouldn’t miss it”

“Not to be a pain….but is Tom Hanks here?” Penelope asks.

Austin laughs, “He sure is. He’s in the kitchen. Straight down and to your left”

She jumps up excitedly, pushes passed him and disappears past the foyer.

“She’s a barrel of fun, that girl huh?” he says as he gestures you to come inside.

“Oh, she dances to her own beat, that’s for sure” you reply as you walk through the door.

There were people scattered throughout. Many were chit chatting with champagne flutes in hand. Waiters walked around serving hors douvres and alcohol to the guests.

“Your house is beautiful” you say admiring the architecture and decor.

He smiles, “Thank you, wait until you see the pool. That’s my favorite”

He walks you through the house making sure to stop in each room to give you the grand tour.

You both weaved your way through people until you finally reached the pool where dozens upon dozens of more people stood around chatting and drinking.

“Goodness, there sure are a lot of people here” you admit as you observe the crowd.

Austin turns towards the bar and picks up two glasses of champagne.

“Well, good thing the only person I wanted to see tonight was you” he says softly. He takes a sip of his champagne and you follow suit.

“I am still in shock” you admit. You both walk toward the pool and sit in two patio chairs opposite each other.

“Shock? Why is that?” he asks.

You shrug, “Well, considering there were at least 5 million people there yesterday and you noticed me. I’m just…surprised”

Austin laughs, “Well, I can tell you there was definitely less than 5 million people there, that’s for sure. And when I stepped out of the limo and walked down the carpet, my eyes immediately gravitated towards you. I don’t know what it was, I’m usually a shy guy but something was telling me to speak to you”

You bite your lip and look down at your dress, smoothing out the wrinkles.

“I hope that’s not weird to say…I was just…very drawn to you. I’m attracted to you is what I’m trying to say” he clarifies, sipping his champagne.

You look up at him and he’s looking at you.

“Weird? No. I’m extremely flattered and also very attracted to you too” you admit.

He smiles, “Good, I’m glad I’m not a weirdo then”

For the next two hours, you and Austin talked about everything and anything. From your favorite bands, to your favorite vacation destination. From your biggest fears, to your biggest accomplishments. From your latest breakup, to your biggest pet peeves. It was as if you had found your person, someone who shared similar interests and hobbies. You hadn’t been in a relationship in three years. Maybe the excitement of a boy actually talking to you sincerely made it seem like more than what it was? You shook that negative thought from your head.

By now, the party was starting to wind down. Waiters were cleaning up empty glasses and crumbs off food plates. There were a few stragglers here and there making their way towards the exit.

“I’m surprised no one has come over to bother you” you say surprisingly.

Austin nods, “I told my team not to bother me at all tonight. I wanted us to have each other’s undivided attention”

You smile, admiring how sweet this man really is.

“Actually, come to think of it, I’m surprised Miranda didn’t force me to mingle with other guests” he says. “She’s the one who gave you the note yesterday. She’s my publicist”

“And I’m surprised Penelope hasn’t run over here to tell me some wild story about Tom Hanks” you say with a laugh.

Austin giggles. At that moment, Penelope runs towards you with a huge smile on her face.

“Oh my god. I have so much to tell you!” Penelope grabs your arm.

“I’m a little busy right now” you say through gritted teeth, gesturing to Austin. She looks at him and the back at you.

“Oh right. Well, I’m actually going to take off. I met a very cute boy tonight. Turns out, it’s Tom Hanks’ NEPHEW!!!! I could potentially be apart of the Hanks family. My favorite actor!!!!” Penelope squealed.

Austin laughs and you join him.

“Text me tomorrow!!!! Have fun you two” she sings as she raises her eyebrows up and down.

She turns and we watch as she links arms with a dark haired boy at the door and leaves.

“So” Austin says standing up.

You watch him saunter over towards the pool, waiting to hear what he has to say next.

“Want to go swimming?”

He takes off his blazer and throws it on the chair.

“Um…” you say and stand up slowly.

He kicks off his shoes and starts to unbuckle his belt.

“I don’t necessarily have a bathing suit” you say as you watch him undress.

“Neither do I” he says and takes off his shirt. You gaze at his beautiful abs. Jesus Christ, it was like he was sculpted by Michelangelo himself.

“I don’t know” you say looking down at your dress.

He takes his pants off and now he’s just left in his boxer briefs.

He jumps into the pool, splashing you a little in the process.

You step back and giggle. He swims up to the surface and shakes out his hair.

“You can come in the pool with your dress….or whatever you got going on underneath it” he says looking down at your cleavage with a smile.

You bite your lip and look at the water. Fuck it. It’ll be a fun story to tell Penelope tomorrow.

Thank god you were wearing a bra because you weren’t ready for him to see you fully naked just yet. It was the first time you were hanging out after all.

You kick your shoes off and unravel the bow behind your back then pull your straps down. As you do this, Austin is watching you. His eyes peering at your hands pulling down your dress.

You were now in just your bra and underwear.

“Jump in” he yells.

You shake your head in disbelief that this is even happening.

You feel yourself flying, jumping into the pool as the water surrounds you.

You float back to the top and Austin swims over to you.

“Feels freeing right?” he asks.

You nod, “It feels amazing”

“You know, I had a lot of fun tonight getting to know you” Austin admits.

You smile, “I feel the same way”

He swims closer to you. You could feel your body tense up with nerves. Was he going to kiss you?!

“Honestly, I’ve never connected like that with someone before. I mean, how many people do you meet that ALSO say their favorite food is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?!” Austin exclaims.

You giggle and shrug. “Maybe one in a million”

Austin swims closer, your faces just inches away from each other’s.

“I think it’s like fate” he whispers. With his face being inches from yours, you could see how blue his eyes really were. They were truly captivating.

“I’d have to agree” you whisper in response.

Austin leans in, you could feel his breath on your lips. This was really happening.

“Austin!” someone screams.

You both jump, startled at the loud and aggressive voice coming from the house.

It was Miranda.

“I’m sorry to interrupt” she says as she walks across the pool deck toward the both of you. “Austin, I really need to go over next week’s schedule with you. Also, the waiters need to be paid and I’d like your help gently reminding some guests in your living room to leave. If I do it, the cops will come and someone WILL have a black eye”

Austin looks down and sighs. His eyes then meets yours and he bites his lip.

“I’m sorry” he says to you.

You shake your head, “Don’t be. I need to get going anyway”

You both hop out of the pool and Austin fishes two towels out of the pool chest.

“Miranda, can you give me like 10 minutes? I’d really like to walk [Y/N] to her car” Austin says as he ties the towel around his waist.

You slip back into your dress not even caring that it was going to get wet.

Miranda shakes her head. “I’m sorry honey, but this needs to get done. I’m on a time crunch right now and truthfully so are you. I’m sure [Y/N] will be able to find her own car”

Miranda gives you a side eye. Jesus, what was this woman’s problem?

You look at Miranda then back at Austin.

“Uh…yeah, don’t worry about me. It’s not far at all” you explain. You were disappointed that your alone time with him was cut short.

Austin sighs, “Well, I hope you had a nice time tonight. I’d like to see you again”

You nod in agreement. “I’d like that”

“Okay then, ta-ta miss [Y/N]” Miranda sings as she pushes Austin toward the door.

He turns his head and waves goodbye, a sad expression spread across his face.

You pickup your purse and sling it over your shoulder.

So much for “a night to remember”.

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tw: SMUT, (soft smut), newlyweds, virgin reader, fem!Bodied reader, Oral sex, fem!rec, I just wrote this so not proofread.

w.c: 2.3k

The happiest day of your life, the day you read your vows to each other, before an altar, with so many witnesses sharing your joy, but the only ones that matter were he and you. Two mawkish lovey-doveys, inebriated in each other; the sappy couple you swore you’d never become. And here you are, a stumbling tangle of limbs, sprauchling on every wall and every corner of the hallway, tearing your lips apart. Anxious fingers searching and finding, sneaking through any opening. The floor brims with rose petals and flickering candles, tracing the path that leads to your hotel room.

The faint light captures the glint of the gold bands on your left ring fingers. Boozed up mesh of laughs floods the air.

You duck into your room, and without breaking the kiss, Levi shuts the door close with a back-kick. The loud thud rumbles through the corridor.

“Levi!” You cry and pull away, rubbing a finger over your smudged, bitten lip.

Laughter bubbles out from his throat. Lovely sound. And he shrugs his blazer off, then his vest letting them pool at his feet.

He looks at you, his fingertips lingering along your ears, while your svelte finger slips under his bow tie, the strap unclasps and it flumps down. Levi removes the bobby pins with such daintiness, making your braids fall out, tiny white flowers tumble from you hair, littering the mahogany wooden floor like stars twinkling in the sky. You fondle his cotton-clad shoulders and upper arms as he, without breaking eye contact slides his hands behind your back, looking for the lace that keeps your dress in place; he tugs at it, finally, and the bow loses its shape. He spins you around, and you lift your hair; his breath caresses your nape, and his lips come closer, smothering with kisses your neck and naked shoulders.

Butterflies flit in your stomach, just like the first time you met.

“I love you,” he whispers, his voice raspy and smooth at the same time, making heat rise to your cheeks, between your legs.

“I love you too,” you muse. You’re trembling, dizzy with eagerness and agitation.

Deft fingers loosen the corset, with the patience of an old granny counting coins to buy a loaf of bread. The cord slips through the grommets and then his scorching palms glide between your dress and your sensitive flesh, cleaving the panels open. The hefty, white, pompous gown rumples around your legs.

You swirl around.

“Beautiful,” he mutters, and you feel shy under his dull gaze, eyes dawdling gingerly over your body, dressed in lacy lingerie. He hoists you in his arms, making his way to the bed, your legs anchored around his waist, your heels tapping on his butt cheeks. Arms tethered behind his neck, tongues urgently fighting for dominance. You can feel the excitement growing under his pants

He scuffs off one patent leather shoe, his free rayon-clad toes push down the other oxford at the heel and he drops you on the bed, your legs dangling over the end. He crouches down, and lifts your right foot first, resting it on his thigh, slips off the white strap through the buckle and tosses away the heel. He repeats the process for the other foot. Then raises your leg lightly, his mouth strides from your knee down to your ankle, drawing a trail of moist kisses, and retraces his steps. Giggles dribble from you. His lips tickle your thigh as they move upward, and his teeth hook at the white garter, pulling at it and letting it spring back; he chases it, and drags it down, slowly, until it dangles in your toes and slips down.

His lips find yours again and he shifts you to the center of the bed, his fingers brushing like feathers over your ribs, then your waist, as you undo the buttons of his shirt. He leans back, sitting on his heels and pulls it off, the silver glow that seeps through the window baths his perfectly chiseled body in luster as a marble sculpture.

The buckle of his belt clatters on the floor, he slips off the bed and wiggles his black slacks down, then crawls back and kneels between your legs.

“You’re gorgeous, Levi.” You stretch out your arms, making grabby hands. “Let me touch you.”

He smirks, and hovers over you, his hands denting the mattress at the sides of your head. You look like a goddess, hair sprawled, laying beneath him in that sexy lingerie, in the middle of the scattered red petals. His nose nudges on your cheek as your fingertips map his naked chest and abs, burning his skin like molten wax, his muscles rippling under your touch. His nose strolls down along your jawline, and tips your chin up, planting kisses leisurely on your neck, grazing that thrumming spot.

Your blood fizzes through your veins, igniting every inch of your body, from flesh to bone. “I want you, Levi.” You mewl, lolling your head to the side so his mouth continues the blissful onslaught under your jaw.

Levi pulls apart a bit, grips your jaw and forces you to look at him. He scans your face. Your cheeks are flushed pink, specks of white quail on your dilated pupils, faint puffs of breath sip out of your already worn out lips. While engrossed in your beauty, your sneaky hand finds the hem of his underwear and slip under, in quest of what you covet now. Your fingers curled around him, eliciting a cloying gasp; hips jerk up. He’s girthy, and oozing, and a drop of panic smears in your lower belly.

“Not yet,” he tows your hand off and hauls you up and unclasps your bra after a few attempts. His fumbling hands cup your breast, nipples tautened with desire rolling between his fingers, and a reel of moans spools off your mouth. You lurch back, propped in your arms, head hanging backwards, brows twitching. You feel his knuckles brushing down past your navel as his tongue teases and swirls around your hardened nubs. Desire pools between your thighs; your core aches with greed.

“Ah! Levi, please!” You tilt your head down and look at him having fun with your breasts. You run your fingers through his hair and clench your hand, pushing him down to where you need him the most. “Levi!” You wail, as he nibbles on your perky bud, refusing to leave. He pulls apart by a bit, gazing up to you, your nipple captive between his teeth. He lets go, simpering, and drags his lips back to yours.

He pushes you down on bed.

“Y/N.” he utters against your mouth.

“Y/N.” Against your collarbones.

“Y/N.” Your navel.

“Y/N.” Over your clothed mound.

He´ll never grow tired of saying your name.

A grin blooms on his lips when he catches the transparent spot on the crotch. His eyes glint with need, and you can't help but blush with embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy.” His palms saunter over your inner thighs as he buries his nose in your wetness. “I’m so hard I don’t think I’ll last too long. And you´re the cause,” he mumbles, and takes a deep breath, your sweet arousal awakening his primal side and shutting down any trace of self-restraint. Damn, he wants to be inside you so bad, but he needs to try you first. He pushes your panties to the side, and shears with a finger the cord of slick that lingers between your skin and the lingerie. His length twitches. Shit, he’s going to blow out before any fun begins.

But it’s your fault, you turn him into a madman without even trying.

Your hips jiggle at the first lap of his tongue running between your folds, legs squirm, something coils within your core. Your eyes squeeze shut, face turned to the side, mouth drawing a beautiful O as he feasts in you, like a famished man savoring a copious meal after several days without taking a bite.

His name falls of your mouth as his playful tongue and lips explore uncharted territory. He pulls away and strokes your swollen clit over the fabric, your hips rocking, seeking the delightful friction.

“Don’t st- No!”

He cruelly lets the knot in your belly unravel, all the bliss dwindling.

“I’m sorry,” he coos, his fingers anchored at the hem of your underwear. You buck up your hips and he pulls down that meddlesome piece. Completely bared and unfurled for him. A piece of art worth for his private museum.

He doesn’t waste time. He spreads open your folds with his thumbs, your enlarge glossy clit, longing for attention. And he listens to it. His lips seize it, his tongue laps and draws circles over it, pushing you to the edge. Your body writhes; your legs tense, your knuckles whiten as your hands clench in the sheets.

“Levi! Fu- Ah!” You gasp at the finger plunging into you, but it’s not enough to appease your need and he knows it. He adds a second digit, prodding, scissoring, chasing after each other, stroking that spongy spot as he’s mouth works on your clit. Your eyes clamped shut tight, you feel meteors bursting behind them. It’s intense, fierce, the sizzling now boils within you until it erupts like a volcano, and for a few seconds, you’re swarmed by pure elation.

Your chest rises and fall wildly, your breath whizzes out in staggered pants, and your face is sleek in sweat. Through the haze, you find Levi staring up at you, sweeping his tongue over his coated lips. You see it in his eyes, he can’t hold back anymore.

In a second, he gets rid of his underwear, his cock springs freely, the throbbing tip whisking his lower belly, and a crisp line of black tuft that begins under his belly button, marches down to the base of his erection. He peels down the foreskin, and shit, he’s beautiful, big and thick, and your eager and nervous to have him.

His hardness skims your belly as he kisses you, and you can taste yourself in his lips. Sweet and bitter. He inches back, and your eyes entangle, his hand smoldering your cheek. His voice is serious. “I’ll be gentle.” Kiss. “Let me know if it’s too much.” Kiss. “You know I fucking love you.” Kiss. “And the last thing I want is to hurt you.” Kiss.

You nod, the back of your hand brushes his cheek with tenderness. “I love you too,” you croon, “and I trust you.”

He guides himself, looking for your entrance, and you feel him poking. Panic rises. You close your eyes, and he rolls his hips forward, painfully slow, and your body puts resistance to the unfamiliar intrusion. Levi stills, watching every reaction on your face. Your body is all tense. His hand entwines with yours for reassurance and you squeeze. He squeezes back.

“You have to relax,” he purrs, strands of black hair prick your forehead, his breath fanning over your neck. Beads of sweat trickle down his face. Your free hand claws on his shoulders, threatening to etched red marks.

Tears peek at the corners of your eyes. You take a deep breath, teeth sinking into your bottom lip, and, with resolve, you buck your hips up in a howl of pain. Levi grunts and hisses at the tight warmth that envelops him; inch by inch, he sheathes himself into you. Hot blood dashes through his veins as he fights the urge to shove himself into you in a quick, single thrust.

With a thumb, he sweeps away your tears.

“Levi,” your voice is a quavering lament, your face contorted in pain as he breaches you, breath hitching; your walls blazing in sweet agony. And then your pelvises meet, and he stops and stills. Trembling, waiting for you to adapt.

“You’re doing great.” He tugs down your lower lip, eyes droopy, leaden with love and lust. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” He spews and captures your lips again. Your hand meander along the slope of his spine. Despite the waning pain, you know you’re a perfect fit. Made for each other.

His face reels back, enough to take a glimpse of your face, to make sure you’re ok, tears dried, and a faint smile tugs at your lips.

“You can move.” You say.

He rakes his fingers through your hair, toying with your locks for a moment, before finding your hand again. He wants to reach your peaks with your hands weaved together. He drops his head to kiss you and only then, he begins to work himself in and out at a languid pace, relishing in your moist and the friction, taking his time because he doesn’t want to explode just yet.

Your back arches as the pain gives way to pleasure; brimming, rolling heat. Your nails rake down, painting red lines on his back. Groans and moans rise in a dazzling melody. Your melody. His deep grunts getting in tune with your highest notes.

Your name seeps out of his lips in jagged whispers, melting in your hair. His breathing quickens as his tempo rises, and your body tightens around him, driven over the edge, for the second time, by the rocking of his hips.

Your hands squeeze each other as if they’d melt together.

You coil, tighter and tighter, and then, jolts of pleasure break through you, seizing every inch of your body, and your orgasm wrenches his right after. He fills you with his seed and collapses over you, but doesn’t roll away. He stays, with an idiotic smile plastered on his face, and reaches out, sweeping a lock of hair from your cheek and tucking it behind your ear. He kisses you on the forehead, and your both let giggles rumble in your throats. His thumb fondles the back of your hand, drawing feeble circles, then brings it to his mouth and presses a kiss on top of the band.

“Are you ok, Mrs. Ackerman?” He watches you watching him through eyes leaden with weariness, dozing. Yet, you pull out a smile.

“Better than ever before. Mr. Ackerman.”

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